Emma's apartment hummed with Friday night energy as she poured two glasses of wine, her sharp gaze locking on Liam. "So, this 'weekend project' of yours—think you can survive without running back to your spreadsheets?" she quipped, leaning against the counter with a smirk. Liam chuckled, stepping closer. "Only if you promise not to boss me around like last time. Though I admit, your commands do have a certain... pull." Their banter crackled, tension building as she brushed past him, her fingers grazing his arm. "Pull this," she shot back wittily, "and see if you can keep up when things get wet and dripping."
The air thickened as Liam pulled her in, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss that melted into wandering hands. "Horny already?" Emma teased, palming his growing hardness. "You're sweating like we've started the marathon." He grinned, unbuttoning her blouse. "Says the woman whose pussy's already calling my name." She shoved him onto the couch, straddling him with fierce confidence. "Talk less, act more—show me that cock."
Emma slid down, freeing his hard length and taking him into her mouth for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he groaned. "God, you're good at that," Liam panted, hands in her hair. She pulled back, eyes blazing. "Don't get used to it—I'm in charge." Rising, she shed her clothes, guiding him inside her wet pussy with a gasp, riding him hard while he gripped her ass. Their bodies slammed together, sweating and panting, the rhythm building to a frenzy.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Liam warned, thrusting up as Emma clenched around him. She came first, crying out, followed by his explosive cum filling her. They collapsed in a heap, hearts racing. "Weekend's off to a solid start," she murmured with a grin. But as the night deepened, Emma's knowing smile hinted at far steamier chapters ahead.
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