It was a hot summer evening, and I was walking down the street, looking for a place to have a drink and relax. Suddenly, I saw her – a petite, stunning woman with a pixie haircut, sitting alone at a table outside a bar. She had piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, and the most inviting smile I had ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I decided to approach her and introduced myself. She was called Lily, a 25-year-old artist, and she had just moved to the city. We started talking about art, music, and literature, and I was immediately captivated by her intelligence and passion. We shared a bottle of wine, and our conversation became more and more flirtatious.
Before I knew it, Lily was leaning in close to me, her green eyes locked onto mine. I could feel her breath on my lips as she whispered, “Do you want to come back to my place?” I couldn’t resist her charm. I nodded, and we left the bar together.
As soon as we entered Lily’s apartment, she pinned me against the wall and kissed me with a fierce passion. Her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue explored my mouth with an urgency that made me weak in the knees. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and I reached up to unclasp her bra.
Lily’s bra fell to the floor, revealing her perky, firm breasts with small, pink nipples. I cupped them in my hands, kneading her soft flesh and teasing her nipples with my fingers. She moaned and threw her head back, her pixie cut brushing against my cheek.
I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it gently. Lily let out a gasp and grabbed my head, pulling me closer. I moved to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, while my hand reached down to her wet pussy.
I could feel Lily’s warmth through her tight jeans, and I started rubbing her clit through the fabric. She was moaning loudly, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy.
I knelt down and started licking her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. She tasted incredible, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I inserted a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and wetness. I added another finger, stretching her open and preparing her for my cock.
Lily was moaning and writhing in pleasure, her hands on my head, pulling me closer. I stood up and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices on my lips. She reached down and pulled my cock out, stroking it gently.
I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down and spreading her legs. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. She was so tight and warm, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
We started moving together, finding a rhythm that made us both breathless. I was thrusting harder and deeper, and Lily was meeting me with every stroke. She was moaning and gasping, her pixie cut bouncing on the pillow.
Suddenly, Lily’s moans became louder, and her muscles clenched around my cock. She was having an orgasm, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I kept thrusting, prolonging her pleasure, until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I exploded inside her, filling her with my warm cum. We collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. We cuddled and kissed, our bodies intertwined, until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
It was a night I would never forget – a passionate encounter with the pixie-cut beauty who stole my heart.
