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The afternoon light filters through half-closed shutters, casting striped shadows across the plush blue couch where she waits, legs spread wide in invitation. Her deep purple dress clings to every curve like a second skin, the crisscross straps barely containing the heavy bounce of her full breasts as she leans forward, dark eyes locked on him with hungry intent. She licks her lips slowly, watching him sip from the glass, knowing exactly what that drink is about to become. Tension snaps the moment he sets the glass aside. She grabs his waistband, yanking him closer until his hardening length strains against the fabric. With a wicked grin she tugs his shorts down, freeing him into her eager grasp. Her tongue darts out, teasing the tip before she takes him deep, cheeks hollowing as she works him with practiced rhythm. He groans, fingers tangling in her long dark hair, guiding her pace while she moans around him, the sound vibrating straight through his core. Clothes hit the floor in a frantic heap. She pushes him back onto the couch and straddles his lap, grinding her soaked heat against his throbbing shaft. The dress rides up, exposing the glistening evidence of her arousal. He grips her hips, lifting her just enough to slide inside in one slow, deep thrust that makes her gasp and arch, head thrown back in pure bliss. Her breasts spill free, nipples tight and begging for attention as she rides him hard, walls clenching around every inch. The pace builds to something primal. He flips her onto all fours, hands spreading her wide as he drives in from behind, each powerful stroke slapping skin against skin. She reaches between her legs, fingers circling her clit furiously while he pounds deeper, coaxing out those first trembling squirts that soak his thighs and the velvet beneath them. Her cries grow louder, body shaking as wave after wave erupts, drenching everything in hot, slippery release. He doesn't stop. Flipping her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, he buries himself to the hilt again and again until she explodes once more, squirting in rhythmic pulses that coat his cock and drip down her ass. Finally he pulls out, stroking himself over her quivering body as she begs for it, mouth open, tongue extended. Thick ropes paint her chest and lips while she milks every last drop, savoring the messy, breathless aftermath. Sweat-slicked and spent, they collapse together, her thighs still trembling, his hand lazily tracing the trails of her release across her skin. The room smells of sex and satisfaction, the couch ruined in the best possible way.