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The air in the dim corporate banquet hall was already thick with champagne, laughter, and the mingled scent of other people's perfume. I spotted her immediately—Lena stood by the window in a tight black dress that screamed "fuck me." She saw me too. Her eyes lit up, her lips curved into that familiar half-smile that used to give me a hard-on in seconds.

"Well, well, look who's here," she drawled, stepping closer. Her fingers brushed my wrist, almost casually. "Max, you're still just as... dangerous."

"And you, Lena, are still just as incorrigible." I leaned in, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin and expensive perfume. "How long's it been? Five years?"

"Six. And in all six of those years, I haven't come once the way I did with you." She said it softly, right against my lips, and I felt my cock stiffen instantly beneath my trousers.

We both laughed, but the laughter came out nervous. Lena glanced around: colleagues were drifting into clusters, music blared, no one was looking our way. She grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the dark hallway leading to the conference rooms.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, Max..." she whispered, closing the door behind us. "Every time I touched myself, I pictured you fucking me again. I kept it to myself. But tonight... no more silence."

彼女を壁に押し付けた。ドレスは自然にまくれ上がり、滑らかな太ももと、すでにびしょ濡れの黒いレースのパンティーが露わになった。私の指は布の下に潜り込み、彼女の熱く腫れたマンコを見つけた。

"Fuck, Lena, you're dripping like a goddamn slut," I breathed, dragging my finger across her clit. She whimpered and spread her legs wider.

"Because it's you... only you know how to do it..." Her hands trembled as she worked my belt. "Give me your thick cock, come on..."

I pulled it out—hard, the head swollen. Lena dropped to her knees right on the carpet, wrapped her lips around it, and swallowed me almost to the base. Saliva ran down her chin, she slurped and sucked, staring up at me with needy eyes and soft moans. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat with sharp thrusts.

"That's it... suck it... deeper, you bitch... I remember how much you love it in your throat."

She gagged but didn't pull away, only squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure. After a minute, I yanked her up, spun her around to face the table, and hiked her dress up to her waist. Her panties flew across the room. Her tight ass and glistening, juice-soaked pussy were right there in front of me.

"Fuck me, Max... hard," she gasped, arching her back. "I want to feel you stretch me open."

I slammed into her in one brutal stroke. Her walls gripped my cock so tight I growled. I pounded her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her clit. The table creaked, Lena bit her hand to keep from screaming.

"Oh god... deeper... more!" she moaned. "I'm yours... fuck your little ex-slut..."

I leaned over, grabbed her tits through the dress, pinched her nipples. The pace built, the room filling with the sounds of wet fucking and her ragged cries. Then I pulled out, spit on her asshole, and slowly but firmly pushed into her tight hole.

"A-ah, yesss..." Lena shuddered all over. "That's it... what I've been dreaming of... harder, don't hold back!"

I fucked her ass while my fingers worked her pussy. She came first—her legs shook, her cunt sprayed all over my hand. I couldn't hold back anymore, pulled out, and spun her onto her knees. Hot cum shot across her face, over her tongue, onto her lashes. Lena greedily caught every drop, licking her lips like a satisfied cat.

"Mmm... delicious..." she whispered, sucking the rest off my fingers. "You know, Max... I want to end the next corporate party exactly the same way."

We both laughed, breathing hard, staring at each other with that old, very much alive spark.

"Deal," I said, helping her up. "But next time, I'm fucking you in the director's office too."

She playfully slapped my chest and kissed me, leaving the taste of my cum on my lips.

"Promise?"

"Promise."