Harder! HARDER!

Elena dropped to her knees between his legs, taking him in hand. She licked the underside slowly, from balls to head, savoring the salty tang. Then she engulfed him, mouth sliding down until her nose pressed against his pubes. He groaned, hips jerking, fingers threading through her hair.

"Suck it harder," he rasped. She did, bobbing fast, tongue swirling around the shaft while her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Saliva coated him, dripping onto the cushions. Her own arousal throbbed, cock straining free from the lace, pussy weeping with need.

But she craved dominance. Rising, she shoved him flat, climbing atop. "My turn to ride you." No—wait, she wanted to claim him fully. Instead, she guided his hand to her pussy, letting him finger her slick folds while she stroked herself.

"Lube's in the drawer," she said, nodding to the side table. He fetched it, slicking his fingers before delving back in—three now, pumping deep, thumb circling her clit. She moaned, grinding down, her cock bouncing with each thrust of his hand.

"On your knees," she ordered finally, pulling away. Alex complied, ass up on the couch, cheeks spread invitingly. She coated her cock generously, then pressed the tip to his hole. One push, and she breached him, sliding in smooth and deep.

"Yes, fuck me," he begged, pushing back. She gripped his hips, pounding steadily, the slap of skin echoing. Her balls swung forward, brushing his, while her free hand reached under to jerk his cock in time.

Sweat beaded on their bodies as she drove harder, angling to grind against his prostate. He shuddered, pre-cum slicking her palm. "Gonna cum," he warned.

"Do it. Milk my cock." Her pace quickened, relentless. He exploded with a shout, semen splattering the couch, his ass clamping down rhythmically. The vice grip triggered her—hot spurts filled him, overflowing as she thrust through her release, pussy spasming untouched, juices trailing down her legs.

They slumped, connected still, his hand reaching back to squeeze her thigh. "You're addictive," he panted.

Elena withdrew slowly, watching her cum leak from him. Guilt flickered—Mark's game tickets sat on the counter—but desire drowned it. As Alex dressed, promising more, she already plotted the next escape, the affair weaving tighter around her life.

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