Morning Negotiations
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across Elias Cash’s bare chest as he slept. The door creaked open, and Bianca Bangs slipped inside, her bare feet silent on the carpet.
“Elias,” she whined, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Wake up, you lazy ass.”
Elias groaned, rolling onto his back. His boxers did little to hide the thick outline of his morning erection, tenting the fabric shamelessly. Bianca’s eyes flicked down—then back up, a smirk playing on her glossy lips.
“Please,” she begged, leaning over him, her loose shirt gaping just enough to give him a teasing flash of her bare tits—soft, round, her nipples stiff from the morning chill. “Let me take your car today. Mine’s out of gas, and I cannot be late.”
Elias exhaled sharply, his cock twitching at the sight. “You’re killing me, Bianca.”
She giggled, trailing a finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. “Looks like someone’s already wide awake.” Her nail grazed the head of his cock through the fabric, and Elias hissed.
“Fuck—Bianca—”
But she pulled away, twirling her keys around her finger. “Too bad. Maybe next time you’ll say yes faster.” With a wink, she sauntered out, leaving him hard, frustrated, and painfully aware of the scent of her vanilla perfume lingering in the air.
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