It was a hot summer night, and I was walking down the dimly lit streets of Paris. I had just come from a party, and my hair was a beautiful mess of curls and tangles. I was feeling bold and carefree, and I couldn’t help but smile as I strolled along.
As I turned a corner, I saw her. She was standing in front of a small café, sipping on a glass of wine. She was absolutely stunning, with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. I couldn’t help but stare.
She must have felt my gaze, because she looked up and caught my eye. She smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. I walked over to her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Hello,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Hello,” she replied, her voice like music to my ears.
We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine.
We pulled away, and she took my hand. “Come with me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She led me to her apartment, and we barely made it through the door before our clothes were off. She pushed me onto the bed, and climbed on top of me.
She started by kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. Then she moved down, kissing and nibbling my neck. I moaned with pleasure as she made her way down to my breasts, taking my nipples in her mouth and teasing them with her tongue.
She continued to kiss and lick her way down my body, until she reached my wet and waiting pussy. She looked up at me, a wicked smile on her face, before diving in.
She licked and sucked my clit, driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I grabbed her hair, pulling her closer.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, as she slipped a finger inside me. She started to move it in and out, and I could feel myself building up to an incredible orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, as I came hard, my juices flowing onto her fingers.
But she wasn’t done with me yet. She climbed up my body, and positioned herself above my still throbbing pussy. She guided her cock inside me, and started to fuck me hard.
I could feel myself getting close again, and I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her deeper inside me. She fucked me harder and harder, and I could feel myself on the brink of another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, as I came again, my pussy contracting around her cock.
She collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
“That was incredible,” I whispered, as I ran my fingers through her messy hair.
“Yes, it was,” she replied, smiling up at me.
We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. And I knew that this was a night I would never forget.
