The stale popcorn aroma hung heavy in the air, a pathetic attempt to mask the tension. Eva Elfie glared at the frozen screen, the telltale glow reflecting in her wide, betrayed eyes. Her boyfriend, Mark, sat paralyzed, caught in the act of… well, watching another woman. Not just watching, but engrossed. Hurt blossomed into a fiery anger, then a wickedly tempting idea sparked.
She stormed out, slamming the door, the sound echoing her frustration. Outside, a man leaned against a vintage Mustang, casually smoking a cigarette. He was… attractive. Not Mark attractive, but rugged, dangerous attractive. His eyes met hers, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He'd clearly heard the door slam.
“Rough night?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. Eva simply nodded, her frustration palpable. He offered her a cigarette, which she hesitantly accepted. As they smoked in silence, the tension began to shift. From anger to… something else. Something exciting. Something forbidden.
“I bet I can make you forget about him,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He gently guided her behind the car, his hand tracing the curve of her big ass. Her jeans felt impossibly tight. He unbuttoned them slowly. Her breath hitched. It was wrong. So, so wrong. But it felt… exhilarating.
His fingers found her warmth, and she gasped. She knew she should stop him, but her body screamed for more. He expertly teased her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. A sensual moan escaped her lips as he slipped a finger inside, mimicking what she felt she'd been missing. He knew what he was doing.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, testing its weight. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she gave him a handjob that made him shudder. The side fuck was intense, raw and desperate. This stranger seemed to know exactly what she craved. This was rough sex, a stark contrast to the vanilla intimacy she'd grown accustomed to. The risk, the thrill, it was all so intoxicating. He moaned against her ear as he thrust deeper, and she lost herself in the moment, her worries and anger dissolving into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Afterward, breathless and flushed, Eva adjusted her clothes. The stranger smiled. “Feel better?” he asked. She nodded, a flicker of guilt warring with the satisfaction of revenge. She glanced back at her apartment building, wondering if Mark had even noticed she was gone. This babe decided this was the beginning of something new.
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Eva Elfie