Agree

You nod, a jerky, almost involuntary motion. "Deal."

Valentina's grin is triumphant. She rises from the couch, a slow, sinuous movement. She stands before you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from her skin. She smells of expensive perfume and raw confidence. "Then let's not waste any more of my night," she says, her voice a low murmur. "The clock starts... now."

She turns her back to you and faces Alex. "Get on your knees, baby," she purrs. Alex hesitates for a fraction of a second, her eyes darting to you. But then she obeys, sliding off the couch and sinking onto the floor, her face tilted up towards the woman who has claimed ownership of your evening.

Valentina places a hand on Alex's head, her fingers tangling in her hair. "Watch and learn, puppy," she says, not even bothering to look back at you. She pushes her hips forward, grinding against Alex's face.

You fumble with your belt, your suddenly clumsy fingers struggling with the buckle. You shove your jeans and boxers down, your cock springing free, hard and desperate. You grab a condom from the bowl on the mantelpiece, a relic of a more optimistic beginning to the evening, and rip the foil open with your teeth. You sheathe yourself, the sensation a hollow echo of what you really want.

You move behind Valentina, your hands gripping her waist. Her dress is a barrier. A stupid, flimsy barrier. With a frustrated grunt, you bunch the fabric up around her hips, exposing her ass. She's not wearing anything underneath. The sight sends a jolt of pure lust through you.

You line yourself up and thrust into her, hard. Valentina doesn't even flinch. You reach around touching her clit as you found a cute bush.

"Oh," she says, her voice dripping with boredom. "Is that it?"

You grit your teeth and begin to move, your hips pistoning, trying to find a rhythm that will crack her composure. You go deep, you go fast, you vary your angle, but it's like fucking a statue.

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