It was a crowded party, filled with people laughing and talking. Amidst the sea of guests, a woman stood out to him. She had long, curly brown hair and was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her ample cleavage was accentuated by a push-up bra, and he couldn’t help but stare.
He approached her, offering her a drink. She accepted, her full lips curving into a smile as she thanked him. They made small talk, their attraction to each other growing with every passing moment. He learned that her name was Isabella, and that she was a dancer.
As the party wound down, he found himself alone with Isabella. They made their way to a quiet corner, their bodies inching closer together as they continued to talk. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, and he knew that he had to have her.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his as they deepened the kiss. He ran his hands through her curly hair, pulling her closer as he explored her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He took advantage, his hands roaming over her body as he made his way to her breasts.
He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra. She gasped, her hips grinding against his as she begged for more. He obliged, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples as he continued to kiss and lick her neck.
She was writhing now, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she begged him to take her. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted her dress, revealing her black lace thong. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, tearing it off of her with a savage grin.
He dropped to his knees, his tongue immediately finding her clit. She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair as he licked and sucked at her. He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his hand. He added a second finger, curling them upwards as he found her g-spot.
She was close, her moans growing louder as she neared her peak. He quickened his pace, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring her to orgasm. She came with a cry, her juices flowing freely as she trembled in his arms.
He stood, his cock straining against his pants as he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. She reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants as she begged him to take her.
He obliged, his cock springing free as he pushed her against the wall. He entered her in one swift thrust, her moans filling the room as he began to fuck her. He started slowly, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he filled her completely.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he pounded into her. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she begged him not to stop. He didn’t, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine as he brought her to the brink of orgasm once again.
She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his cock as she trembled in his arms. He followed suit, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath.
He pulled out, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. She smiled at him, her eyes heavy with lust as she adjusted her dress. They knew that this was just the beginning, their attraction to each other too strong to ignore.
They left the party together, their bodies entwined as they made their way to his bedroom. They would spend the night exploring each other, their passion burning brighter than any flame. And when the sun rose, they would do it all over again.
