In the dimly lit corner of the bustling city tavern, a man named Drake sat alone, nursing a mug of ale. His eyes were drawn to a woman who had just entered, her curvaceous figure commanding attention. She had long, wavy auburn hair, and her ample cleavage was accentuated by a low-cut dress that revealed an intricate tattoo of a serpent winding around her chest. Her emerald green eyes scanned the room before settling on Drake, and with a sly smile, she began to make her way towards him.
As she approached, Drake could not help but stare at her cleavage, the serpent tattoo seeming to come alive as she moved. He felt a stirring in his loins as he imagined tracing the serpent’s path with his tongue. She stopped in front of him, her lips curling into a seductive smile.
“May I join you?” she asked, her voice like a soft melody.
Drake’s heart raced as he nodded, unable to find his voice. She slid onto the stool next to him, her body close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her.
They made small talk for a while, their conversation filled with flirtatious banter. The woman, whose name was Isabella, leaned in closer to Drake, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage and the serpent tattoo that now seemed to be beckoning him. He felt his arousal growing, his cock straining against his pants.
Without a word, Isabella reached out and placed her hand on Drake’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Follow me.”
Drake followed Isabella out of the tavern and into the dark alleyway behind it. She pressed her body against his, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, and he could taste the sweetness of her lipstick.
Isabella pulled away, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you,” she breathed, her hand reaching down to stroke Drake’s cock through his pants.
He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She led him to a nearby doorway, her body moving with a feline grace that only served to heighten his arousal. Once inside, she pushed him against the wall, her lips finding his once again.
Her hands were everywhere, caressing his chest, stroking his cock through his pants. He reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
Isabella broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Drake’s neck to his chest. She nipped at his nipples through his shirt, causing him to gasp with pleasure. Her hands were busy undoing his pants, freeing his cock from its confines.
She sank to her knees, her eyes locked on Drake’s as she took him into her mouth. He groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. She sucked and licked at his cock, her tongue tracing the veins that ran along its length.
Drake’s hips began to thrust, driving his cock deeper into Isabella’s mouth. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his balls tightening.
Suddenly, Isabella pulled away, a wicked smile on her face. “Not yet,” she purred, rising to her feet.
She led Drake to a nearby couch, pushing him down onto it. She straddled him, her dress riding up to reveal her bare pussy. She rubbed herself against his cock, coating it with her wetness.
Isabella reached behind her, her fingers finding Drake’s. She guided his hand to her breast, urging him to squeeze and knead it. He obliged, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned, her head falling back.
With a wicked smile, Isabella reached down to guide Drake’s cock inside her. He groaned as he felt her tight heat surrounding him, her walls gripping him like a vice. She began to rock her hips, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Drake reached up to cup them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her pace quickening. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around him.
Suddenly, she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Drake felt her pussy clench around him, her muscles milking his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave.
Isabella collapsed onto him, her breathing ragged. Drake wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both came down from their high.
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies slick with sweat. Finally, Isabella pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face. “Until next time,” she whispered, before disappearing into the night.
Drake sat there, his cock still buried inside her, his mind reeling. He knew he would never forget the woman with the serpent tattoo, the woman who had tempted him like no other. And he knew that he would do anything to feel her body against his again.
