How long?

Her pussy throbbed, juices trailing down her thigh. She reached back, fingers plunging into herself, fucking in time with his bobs. 'God, your mouth... so good,' she hissed, thrusting shallowly. He moaned, the sound vibrating through her shaft, making her hips jerk.

But she craved more. 'Stand up.' He rose, pants tented. She spun him, bending him over the counter, tugging his jeans to his ankles. No prep—just her spit on fingers, probing his hole, stretching quick. He pushed back, eager, ass clenching.

Elena lined up, sliding her cock in with one firm push. He bit his fist to stay quiet, but a low groan escaped as she filled him. She covered his mouth with her hand, pounding steady—pull out halfway, slam back, balls tapping his. Her other hand snaked around, stroking his dick in rough pulls.

The mirror fogged with their breaths. She watched their reflection: her breasts bouncing under her shirt, his face flushed and slack. Her pussy clenched empty, so she rubbed her clit hard, chasing the edge. 'Cum for me,' she whispered in his ear. He did, spurting over the sink, ass milking her tight.

She followed, grinding deep, unloading pulse after pulse inside him. They panted, still joined, until reality crashed back—Mark's snores faint through the wall.

Alex pulled up his pants, kissing her quick. 'This can't stay secret forever.' He slipped out the back door, leaving her to wipe the counter and steady her shaking legs.

Alone in bed later, Mark's arm heavy across her, Elena stared at the ceiling. The thrill was addictive, but the close calls? They scared her shitless. Yet as sleep pulled her under, she already wanted the next time.

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