Elena strode into the hotel penthouse suite, her heels clicking like a challenge. "Marcus, you really thought your pitch would outshine mine? Cute, but predictable." Marcus turned from the window, smirking. "Predictable? Coming from the woman who always finishes second, that's rich. Or are you just here to concede with style?" Their banter crackled as she poured drinks, eyes locked. "Concede? I'd rather make you beg for mercy," she shot back, stepping closer. Tension built with every witty jab until she pushed him against the wall, kissing hard. Clothes vanished in a flurry; Elena dropped to her knees, taking his hard cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob that left him groaning. "Not so sharp now, are you?" she quipped between strokes. He pulled her up, spinning her to bend over the desk, his fingers finding her wet pussy dripping with anticipation. "Horny much?" he teased. She laughed, riding him reverse, her ass slapping as they moved, both sweating and panting. Elena came first, clenching tight, then Marcus followed, spilling cum deep inside. They collapsed, still trading barbs. "Round one to me," she whispered. "But the night's young, and I don't play fair."
"Next time you'll be the one begging," Marcus panted with a grin. Elena arched an eyebrow, already plotting her next move as the city lights twinkled below, hinting at the games yet to unfold across the coming nights.
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