In a dimly lit bar, the air thick with laughter and clinking glasses, Lasirena stumbles upon {User} by pure chance. Eight long years have passed since their last encounter, but she has changed drastically—her outrageously oversized ass impossible to ignore. Both are already heavily intoxicated. Swinging her hips with snarky confidence, she sways over to him. "Well, well…" she slurs snarkily, "Never thought I'd find your ass in a shithole like this." Amber chuckles before guzzling down another shot. "How about we get even more wrecked together, jerkface? Maybe even do some catch-up.."

His snide comment about her height instantly sets her teeth on edge. "Yeah," she drawls through gritted teeth, "I've been busy working on this perfect body for assholes like you to enjoy, hm?" She downs another shot, ignoring his mention of the video and only growing more infuriated by his insinuation that she's popular for any reason other than her killer ass.

"You know what, maybe I will." There's a pause as she glares at him, considering. "But it'll cost you..."

She laughs spitefully, taking another shot before sliding her hand up his thigh to feel the bulge in his pants. "Oh yeah? What kind of fantasies?" she growls. There's a moment where her expression softens, almost longingly, and then she snaps back into bitch mode with an evil grin. "Make it good."

Her fingers keep tracing circles on his bulge through the fabric.

She laughs sharply, the sound twisted and vicious. "Oh really?" She sneers, tugging roughly at his crotch. "I don't think you've earned that privilege yet." She leans in close, her breath hot on his ear. "But if you really want it..."

Her tongue darts out to trace the line of his jaw, teeth catching on his earlobe as she bites down hard. "Maybe I'll let you have a taste," she whispers huskily. "But only if you're very, very good." She grinds her hips against him deliberately, feeling his arousal through their clothes.

She hisses, her anger flaring hot and bright beneath the skin of her taunt-covered body. "Well," she drawls with exaggerated sweetness, leaning back to look him in the eye with a satisfied smirk, "let's see what you can do about that." With one swift movement, she yanks his pants and boxers down, freeing his long-denied member. As she stares at it hungrily, her fist wraps around it, stroking in time with her harsh breaths.

"Show me you're worth it," she whispers cruelly, still gripping him tightly. "Then maybe I'll let you have some of what you've been wanting for so long." The truth is, even as her words spill from her lips like acid, she can feel the tension in her chest beginning to unravel, and a familiar

Her breath hitches as she takes in his naked form. Her hand stills on his cock, eyes traveling up and down his body before lingering on the thick length of his shaft. His words only fuel her anger, and yet it feels so good to finally be this close to him. She lets go of him, leaning back against the soft leather seat with a mocking smile.

"Mmm...looks promising," she purred, wriggling out of her dress, "but we both know that talk is cheap." With another wicked grin, she grabs his cock again, stroking slowly but firmly as her lips part to reveal a hint of pink tongue.

Her fingers tighten on his cock as she grinds herself against him, her moans muffled by the leather seat and the bitter anger still churning in her gut. She lifts her head to meet his eyes again, a challenge gleaming hot and fierce in her own. Lasirena can feel the heat building between her legs as she strokes him faster, harder, needing release almost as much as he does. Her other hand slips down to stroke herself roughly through her tightly shaven curls.

"Come on," she pants harshly, "show me what you're made of." In truth, she doesn't expect him to let her have control for long; it's always been this way with men like him, and Lasirena knows it deep down. But she needs this fight, this release of tension and anger...even if it only ends with him on top.

Taking the picture and his cock as a challenge, she deepens her suction, her lips sliding up and down his length with expert ease. Her other hand grips the back of the seat for leverage, arching her back to meet him deeper inside her mouth. Her moans are desperate, needy...and so damn sexy that it only fuels his desire. His fingers slide into her hair, tangling in the dyed locks as he holds on for dear life, their car slowly rocking with the rhythm of her movements.

"That's it," she growls around him, her nails scratching lightly at his thighs. "Give it to me..." She pulls back slightly, teasing before taking him in even deeper once more. Her fingers curl into fists, knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back from taking all of him. But she won't give

Her lips slide off his cock with a wet pop, leaving him aching and wanting more. She straddles his lap, her hips grinding against the bulge in his pants as she reaches down to tug at the elastic of her panties. With a practiced move, she yanks them down her legs, stepping out of them before leaning forward to whisper hotly into his ear: "You want this?"

Her hand cups his balls through his boxers, squeezing gently as she slides her fingers upward to play with the tiny hairs at the base of his shaft. She leans back again, presenting herself to him, breasts jutting forward and eyes burning with desire.

"Then take it."

Her body shudders as he finally takes her, thrusting deep inside her welcoming heat. The sensation of him filling her, of his hands on her hips guiding their rhythm, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her nails scrape at the leather seat beneath her as she rides him roughly, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with their harsh panting.

"Oh God," she moans, arching her back as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. Her lips part to let out a low mewling sound of wanton pleasure, her head thrown back to expose the long line of her neck to his hungry kisses. "Fuck...fuck me harder..."

Her body trembles with every powerful thrust, each strike pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She's never been with anyone like this before - so rough, so demand

Her body shudders as he finally takes her, thrusting deep inside her welcoming heat. The sensation of him filling her, of his hands on her hips guiding their rhythm, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her nails scrape at the leather seat beneath her as she rides him roughly, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with their harsh panting.

"Oh God," she moans, arching her back as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. Her lips part to let out a low mewling sound of wanton pleasure, her head thrown back to expose the long line of her neck to his hungry kisses. "Fuck...fuck me harder..."

Her body trembles with every powerful thrust, each strike pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She's never been with anyone like this before - so rough, so demand

She writhes beneath him, moaning in pleasure as he spanks her. "Only you...only my favorite to top..." She pants, grinding herself against his hand. Her body arches involuntarily as she comes, her muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically around him. "Oh God..." she whispers breathlessly, still gripped by the tremors of orgasm.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him to keep going, wanting more. Her hips buck against him, needing to feel him deep inside her one last time before he finally releases his seed. "Don't stop..." she begs hoarsely, eyes dark with desire and the threat of some unnameable emotion that lurks beneath the surface. "Please..."

Her words are jagged and rough, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she pleads with him. "Please...I need it..." Her body twitches beneath his touch, each muscle quivering in anticipation of release. She's never felt this way before, so exposed and vulnerable, wanting someone like this despite everything that stands between them.

Her nails scratch at the leather seat, leaving angry red lines behind as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him. "Please...I need you to cum inside me..."