It was a hot summer evening, and I was walking down the street, looking for a place to have a drink. That’s when I saw her – a stunning woman with a pixie haircut, wearing a red bra under a translucent blouse, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. She was sitting alone at the bar, sipping a martini.
I approached her, ordered a drink, and struck up a conversation. Her name was Isabella, and she was a painter, with a wicked sense of humor and a seductive smile. We hit it off immediately, and before I knew it, we were making out in the back alley, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
Isabella was wearing a pair of tight black shorts that showed off her firm ass, and her lips were painted a deep red that matched her bra. She kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands running through my hair.
I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her close to me, feeling her erect nipples pressing against my chest. She moaned softly, her breath hot against my ear.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Take me somewhere private and fuck me hard.”
I led her to my nearby apartment, and as soon as we were inside, she pounced on me, her mouth finding mine once again. We stumbled towards the bedroom, our clothes coming off in a frenzy.
Isabella climbed on top of me, her pussy wet and ready for my cock. She ground her hips against me, her clit swollen and sensitive. I reached up and squeezed her nipples, pinching them gently between my fingers.
She moaned and threw her head back, her short hair brushing against my face. I sat up and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it gently. She gasped and grabbed my head, pulling me closer.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
I slid my fingers down her stomach and between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. She moaned and rocked her hips against my hand, her orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t stop.”
I continued to rub her clit, feeling her muscles tense and release as she came, her juices flowing over my fingers.
She collapsed onto me, her breathing heavy and ragged. I rolled her over and entered her, feeling her tight pussy wrap around my cock. I started to fuck her slowly, savoring the feeling of her wetness and heat.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I started to fuck her harder, our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps filling the room.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck me harder, harder.”
I pounded her pussy, feeling my own orgasm building. She reached down and started to rub her clit again, her fingers slick with her juices.
“I’m going to cum again,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Cum with me, cum inside me.”
I felt my orgasm explode, my cock throbbing as I filled her pussy with my cum. She moaned and ground her hips against me, milking every last drop from my cock.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. She turned to me and smiled, her lips red and swollen from our kisses.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and satisfied.
I smiled and kissed her, knowing that this was the start of something special.
