In the dimly lit speakeasy, a woman with a pixie haircut and curves for days caught my eye. She sat alone at the bar, her hips spread wide, revealing her bare chest. Amber liquid filled her glass, and she swirled it around, her eyes closed in pleasure.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
She opened her eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I was hoping you would.”
We exchanged pleasantries, our conversation fueled by the electric current that sparked between us. I couldn’t help but stare at her bare chest, her nipples hard and erect. I wanted to touch her, to taste her.
Before I knew it, our hands were intertwined, and we were making our way to the back of the speakeasy. We stumbled into a dark corner, our lips finding each other in a passionate kiss. I could taste the whiskey on her breath, and it only fueled my desire for her.
My hands wandered down her body, cupping her hips and pulling her closer to me. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shirt.
“Take it off,” she whispered, her voice breathy and needy.
I did as she asked, my shirt falling to the ground. She ran her hands over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she murmured, her lips finding my neck.
I tilted my head back, my hands gripping her hips. She nibbled on my earlobe, her breath hot against my skin.
“I want you,” I said, my voice thick with desire.
“Then take me,” she replied, her voice full of need.
I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. She ground against me, her pussy wet and ready.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. I trailed kisses down her body, my hands caressing her curves.
“You have the most amazing hips,” I said, my voice filled with reverence.
She laughed, a sound full of joy and desire. “Then worship them,” she said, her voice full of need.
I did as she asked, my tongue tracing the lines of her hips. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.
I moved further down, my tongue finding her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her hands gripping my hair.
I licked and sucked, my fingers finding their way inside her. She was so wet, so ready.
“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice full of need.
I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock hard and ready. I pushed inside her, her pussy tight and wet.
She moaned, her hips meeting mine. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep.
“Faster, harder,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
I did as she asked, my thrusts becoming faster and harder. She met me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around my cock.
I felt her orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with pleasure. I thrust a few more times before my own orgasm hit me, my cock pulsing inside her.
We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breaths coming in short pants.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice full of satisfaction.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, my hand tracing the lines of her hips.
And it was. It was more than amazing. It was a passionate encounter with the pixie-cut siren, one that I would never forget.
