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.."

Lasirena eyes him over with a mixture of disgust and desire, her breath warm against his neck as she leans in closer. "Oh yeah? And what do you know about that, huh?" Her hand trails down to rest on her ass, gripping it possessively through her tight jeans. "You still think I'm not good enough for the big leagues, is that it?" She glares at him, but there's a hint of something else beneath the anger: hurt.

With a growl, she spins around on her heels and struts off toward the dance floor, hips swaying suggestively. Without warning, she yanks down the hem of her shirt to reveal a black lace bra that perfectly enhances her voluptuous breasts. As she begins to grind against a guy nearby, Lasirena throws him a look over her shoulder at User#1744473249619. "Come and show me what you got, big boy."

Her voice is low and seductive now, but there's still an edge to it; she wants to hurt him just as much as he seems to want her. The song ends with a wail of feedback, leaving the choice in his hands: will he step up or back down?

Lasirena snorts at his words, her laugh tinged with derision. "Oh yeah? And what do you know about making videos, huh?" she says mockingly, turning back to face him again. But as she watches User#1744473249619 filming her on his phone, something inside her begins to stir. She hadn't expected him to take this seriously...or maybe a part of her had hoped he would.

As the beat of the music intensifies, Lasirena decides to go all in. With a wicked grin, she steps even closer to him and begins to gyrate her hips suggestively. Her breasts sway hypnotically, jiggling with every movement, while her hand finds its way down between her legs. "Cum and watch me, baby," she purrs into his ear, guiding his attention back toward herself. "You'll never get this close again..."

Her body feels alive beneath her fingertips, aching for release. She knows she could easily fall back into the rhythm of old times with him, but there's something different about this encounter - something electric and forbidden that makes it all the more thrilling. Lasirena whimpers softly as she nears climax, her hips moving faster and faster against his hand.

The words ignite a fire within her; she wants him to watch and enjoy this just as much as he wanted to make a name for himself off of her. With a challenging glint in her eye, Lasirena kicks off one stiletto, revealing perfectly manicured toes tipped with polish the same shade of red as her hair. Her fingers leave their enticing path along her slit and move upward, unzipping his pants before wrapping around his growing length. She squeezes him tightly through the fabric as she continues to dance for him, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at his obvious desire for her.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, parting them suggestively. Boldly, she bends over at the waist, presenting herself fully nude except for her sky-high heels. A wicked grin curls onto her lips as she meets his gaze over her shoulder, challenging him to make a move. "Come and get it," she whispers, letting her fingertips graze lightly across the sensitive skin of her ass before spreading wide apart. "Show me what you're made of."

The music seems to reach a fever pitch as they dance together, their bodies entwined in a fierce and forbidden embrace. Lasirena can feel herself getting closer to climax with every thrust of his hand against her clit, but she needs more...she craves the roughness that only he could give her. She pushes back into him harder, seeking the release she knows only his dominance will provide.

The sting of his hand on her ass makes Lasirena moan loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure spreading through her body. She pushes back against him even harder, desperate for more of the rough treatment that has always turned her on. "Oh fuck," she gasps, arching her back as she feels his hand slap against her other cheek. Her hips grind against his erection trapped in his pants, seeking release from the building tension within her.

With a growl of satisfaction, she reaches behind her and snatches one hand free from his grip on her ass, yanking it roughly back toward him. "Slap me harder," she demands through clenched teeth, her voice low and rough with desire. Her other hand continues to stroke herself in time with the music, closer and closer to orgasm as the rhythm of their bodies presses them together.

She eyes him defiantly over her shoulder, daring him to take what he wants from her. "Go ahead," she pants, "give it all you've got." As his hands slap against her ass with increased force, Lasirena cries out in pleasure, throwing her head back as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she pushes him away and then pulls him back again, her hips moving furiously against his hand.

The dance floor around them is a blur of color and movement; all Lasirena can focus on are the hands that feel so good on her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge...the edge where she longs for him to push her over. "Fuck," she moans, "I'm close..." Her words are barely audible above the pounding bass and her ragged breath. "Don't you f

With a startled cry, Lasirena feels her hair being yanked roughly backward, forcing her head up and exposing her throat to the rough touch of his hand. Her eyes flutter closed in pain as saliva trickles down her chin, mixed with the warmth of his spit when he presses forward between her lips. His fingers fill her mouth, rough and demanding as she struggles against them, unable to pull away. She bites down reflexively on his hand, her teeth scraping against the skin as adrenaline surges through her veins.

As he continues to push into her mouth with force, Lasirena moans around him, her breath hot and ragged against his fingers. Her hips thrust forward instinctively, searching for contact with something solid as her orgasm builds relentlessly within her. She grinds herself against the hardness trapped in his pants, desperate for release from this exquisite torture.

Her arms fall limp to her sides, leaving her completely at his mercy. With a growl of satisfaction, he pulls his hand free and roughly pushes her hair back out of the way, revealing a face flushed with desire and pain. His eyes meet hers for a long moment before he leans forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let it go," he whispers harshly, his voice roughened by lust and anger. "Give it to me..."

As his words register in her clouded mind, a shiver of pleasure ripples through Lasirena's body at the thought that she might be his after all these years. His touch on her throat sends a wave of desire crashing over her, making it difficult to breathe. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, pressing herself against him in an effort to get closer.

Her hips buck violently against his hand and then stutter to a halt as the sharp slap of his palm connects with her ass again. She cries out, the sound muffled by his grip on her throat. Her body trembles with the effort to contain itself; she wants more roughness, needs it to bring her release.

Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back against his shoulder as he continues to assault her senses: a rough hand around her throat, another hand spanking her ass in time with their shared heartbeats. "Please," she gasps, the word breathless and desperate. "Don't stop..." She feels herself falling apart under his touch; it's both terrifying and thrilling beyond belief.

Her thighs tremble as she parts them wider for him, inviting him in to where she aches with need. Her hips rock against his hand in a frantic rhythm, seeking the release that only he can give her. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further until their bodies are pressed so tightly together that she can feel every hard line and plane of muscle beneath his skin against hers.

As their bodies move together in a frenzy of desire, Lasirena feels herself losing control. The rough treatment he's giving her is like an addictive drug, making her hunger for more with every passing second. She arches her back further, pressing the length of her spine against his hand as it moves between her legs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself close to the edge once more.

With a growl of triumph, he tightens his grip on her throat and slams his hips against her ass, grinding their bodies together. The friction sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but this moment, this feeling of being completely owned by him. "Fuck," she moans, her voice muffled by his touch.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the waves of pleasure that roll over her. Her hips buck and thrust against his hand with renewed force, desperate for release from the intense pressure building deep within her. She can feel it coming, feel it threatening to consume her whole. "I'm going to cum," she gasps, the words barely audible above the pounding music and their ragged breaths.

Her body tenses as the orgasm crashes over her, her muscles clenching tight around his hand. She cries out hoarsely, arching her back in a bow that pushes her breast against his chest. A shudder runs through her from head to toe as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her thighs tremble and her hips writhe uncontrollably, seeking more of the roughness that's brought her so much pleasure tonight. As she comes back down from her high, she looks up

Gasping for air, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, Lasirena obediently drops to her knees in front of him. Her hands move automatically behind her back, securing them there as she looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she opens her mouth wide, revealing a pink and wet cavern that seems to stretch on forever. She sucks in air, then exhales sharply before engulfing his erection with her warm, wet mouth.

Her throat muscles flex as she begins to bob her head up and down his shaft, taking him deep into the back of her mouth with each movement. Her hands are trapped behind her, leaving her completely vulnerable to him as he watches her suckle on him hungrily. She moans around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his cock and straight to his core.

Lasirena is expert at this; she's had plenty of practice taking big dicks all the way down her throat and making them hard as steel in return. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and tormenting him mercilessly as she continues to move on him with skillful ease. His hands wrap tightly around her hair, guiding her movements as he thrusts into her mouth roughly. He groans hoarsely, feeling the familiar pressure building within him once more at her skilled touch.

Her mouth is warm and wet, and it feels impossibly good to finally have her like this after all these years. The music pulses around them, drowning out the world except for their harsh breaths and the slapping sounds of skin on skin as they grind against each other. As he nears his

Her jaw aches as she takes him deeper still, stretching her throat to accommodate his girth and length. She moans around him, feeling the pressure building in her chest as she tries to fit not only his cock but also his balls into her mouth at once. Her tongue swirls wildly against his skin, brushing up against his sensitive spots with expert precision.

Her hands are trapped behind her back, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch. As he continues to thrust into her mouth, she can feel him grow harder, bigger, ready to release all that pent-up desire deep inside her throat. With a moan of pleasure and effort, Lasirena takes him even deeper than before; her lips stretching impossibly as she attempts to accommodate every inch of him.

Her body quivers with anticipation, trembling from the exertion of taking so much cock at once. She can feel his impending orgasm building up inside her throat, sending shards of pleasure racing through her body. Her mouth feels filled to bursting as she struggles to contain him, moaning and gagging around his cock in a display of wanton need that leaves them both trembling with desire.

His hips thrust harder against her face, pushing deeper still into the back of her throat as he finally lets go, burying his cock to the hilt in her mouth and emptying himself completely onto her tongue. Lasirena moans around him, tasting the bitter saltiness of his release as it trickles down her throat, filling her with the knowledge that even after all this time, she is still the only one who can make him feel this way.

With a loud groan, he pulls roughly out of her mouth, leaving her panting and satisfied on the dance floor.