Again!?

They moved to the living room, settling on the couch with drinks. Conversation started light—jokes about Mark's bad golf swing, updates on mutual friends—but tension crackled.

Alex's hand rested on her knee, thumb circling slowly. Elena's breath quickened, her pussy dampening as arousal spread.

"I've been thinking about you non-stop," he admitted, voice low. "That car... fuck, I want to taste you again. All of you."

Heat flushed her cheeks. She set her glass down, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down so her core pressed against the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Then do it," she whispered, grinding lightly. Her cock throbbed, trapped between them, the friction making her leak pre-cum into her shorts.

Alex's mouth found her neck, sucking marks she'd have to hide later. He tugged her tank top up, exposing her breasts—full and perky, nipples hardening in the cool air.

His tongue flicked one peak, then latched on, sucking hard while pinching the other. Elena moaned, arching into him, her hands fumbling with his shirt buttons.

She peeled it off, revealing his toned chest, the trail of hair leading down. Her fingers traced it, dipping lower to unzip him. His cock sprang free, rigid and pulsing, the head flushed red. She wrapped her hand around it, pumping firmly as he groaned against her skin.

"Bedroom," she gasped, standing and leading him upstairs. The master bed loomed, Mark's side neatly made, but she pushed the guilt aside.

Alex stripped quickly, his body lean and strong. Elena shed her clothes slower, letting him watch as her shorts dropped, her dual arousal on full display—cock standing proud, balls tight, pussy slick and parted.