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The scent of jasmine from the wedding bouquets hit me first, sharp and sweet, then her laugh cut through the crowd like it always had. Elena Voss, my old classmate, now a rising actress with that same wicked sparkle in her green eyes. Ten years since graduation, and the moment our gazes locked across the candlelit reception hall at our friend Mark’s wedding, the air thickened with raw want. My cock twitched before I even crossed the room. She wore a backless crimson dress that clung to her curves, her dark hair pinned up to show the elegant line of her neck.

“Fuck me, is that really you, Alex?” she said, stepping close enough that her perfume mixed with the jasmine. Her fingers brushed my arm, lingering.

“Yeah, it’s me. You look… lethal in that dress, Elena. Still stealing every scene?”

She tilted her head, lips curving. “Only when I want to. You clean up nice yourself. That suit hides what I remember pretty well.” Her eyes dropped deliberately to my crotch, then back up. “Missed that cocky grin.”

We laughed, but the tension crackled. The band played something slow. Mark and his new wife were already on the dance floor, but we stayed at the edge of the crowd, sipping champagne that tasted like sparks.

“Remember that night after the drama club party?” I murmured, leaning in so my breath touched her ear. “You let me finger you in the prop room. Said you were practicing for a role.”

Elena’s cheeks flushed, but her smile turned filthy. “I was. And you were a terrible scene partner. Kept moaning my name instead of sticking to the script.” She took my hand, tugging me toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the venue’s private lounge. “Come on. I’ve got a new scene in mind. No audience this time.”

My heart hammered. We slipped inside the small room, door clicking shut behind us. The space smelled of polished wood and faint cigar smoke from earlier toasts. Elena turned, backing me against the wall, her hands already working my belt.

“God, I’ve thought about this,” she whispered, voice husky from years of stage training. “You, hard and ready. Me, finally getting what I wanted back then.” She freed my cock, thick and pulsing in her palm. “Look at you. Still so fucking big.”

I groaned, hands sliding up her bare back, feeling the heat of her skin. “Elena… your tits in that dress have been driving me crazy all night.” I tugged the thin straps down, exposing her full breasts, nipples already tight. She gasped as I cupped them, thumbs circling the peaks.

She stroked me slowly, base to tip, her grip perfect. “Touch me lower. I’m soaked already. Feel.” She hiked her dress up with her free hand, no panties underneath, just smooth, shaved pussy glistening. My fingers found her slit, slick and hot, sliding between her folds to rub her swollen clit.

“Shit, you’re dripping,” I said, voice rough. She rocked against my hand, breath catching.

“Yeah… like that. Harder. I want your fingers inside me first.”

I pushed two thick digits into her tight pussy, curling them while my thumb worked her clit. Elena’s head fell back, a low moan escaping. “Alex… yes. Just like drama club, but better. Deeper.”

We moved to the velvet couch, her straddling me now, dress bunched at her waist. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently as she ground her wet pussy along my shaft, coating me in her juices. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and perfect.

“Enough teasing,” she panted, lifting up. “Put that cock in me. Now.”

I gripped her hips and thrust up as she sank down, her pussy stretching around my girth in one slick glide. We both gasped. She was velvet heat, gripping me so tight I saw stars.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled, hands on her juicy ass, spanking it lightly. She laughed breathlessly, then rode me, slow at first, rolling her hips so my cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside her.

“Feel that? My pussy swallowing you whole.” Her words were pure actress, delivered with perfect timing between moans. “I’ve practiced this in my head for years. Every red carpet, wondering if I’d ever get you again.”

I thrust up harder, meeting her rhythm, the couch creaking. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. I licked it off, tasting salt and her skin. She clenched around me, clit rubbing my pelvis with every grind.

“Touch my clit again,” she begged, voice breaking. I did, circling fast. Her breaths turned to sharp cries. “I’m close… don’t stop. Make me cum on your cock.”

Her pussy fluttered, then squeezed in waves as she came, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into my name. I felt her squirt a little, hot and wet down my balls. It pushed me over.

I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hiking her legs over my shoulders. The new angle let me pound deeper, faster, the wet slap of skin loud. “Gonna fill you up, Elena. Want to feel my cum leaking out of this perfect pussy while you dance at the reception.”

“Yes… do it. Cum inside me.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. I drove in one last time, groaning as my cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum flooding her. She milked every drop, trembling through another smaller orgasm.

We collapsed, breathing hard, her dress ruined, my suit wrinkled. Her fingers traced my jaw.

“That was one hell of a reunion scene,” she whispered, grinning. “But the wedding’s not over. Think we can sneak away again after the cake?”

I kissed her, already feeling my cock twitch at the promise.

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