In the dimly lit room, a sultry figure caught my eye. Jasmine, a woman of dark skin and short curly hair, was clad in a dress that accentuated her ample cleavage and big hips. Her dark eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she sashayed towards me, her hips swaying seductively.
Jasmine had been flirting with me all evening, her laughter husky and inviting. I couldn’t resist her charms any longer. As she approached, I reached out and traced a finger along her collarbone, eliciting a shiver from her. Our eyes locked, and I knew in that moment that we were both ready for what was to come.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Take me to your room.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Once we were alone, Jasmine wasted no time. She pressed her body against mine, her curves molding to my muscular frame. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling for control. She tasted of sweet wine and desire, and I couldn’t get enough.
As we kissed, Jasmine’s hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. She slipped her hand under my shirt, her fingers tracing patterns on my abs. I groaned with pleasure, my hands wandering down to her hips, pulling her closer.
I broke our kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give me better access. I took advantage, my lips and tongue exploring her collarbone, her cleavage.
Jasmine’s breathing hitched as I reached her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my hands. I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped the straps of her dress down, revealing her luscious breasts.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. Jasmine’s moans grew louder, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place. I switched my attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
Jasmine’s hands wandered down my body, undoing my belt and pants. She slipped her hand inside my boxers, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock. I groaned with pleasure, my hips bucking into her hand.
She started stroking my cock, her fingers gliding up and down my shaft. I could feel my pleasure building, my balls tightening. But I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I needed to be inside her.
I slipped my hand under her dress, my fingers finding her wet pussy. She was soaked, her juices coating my fingers. I slipped a finger inside her, testing her readiness. She was more than ready. I withdrew my finger and replaced it with my cock, thrusting inside her with one swift motion.
Jasmine cried out with pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders. I started thrusting inside her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She met my thrusts with her own, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
As we fucked, Jasmine’s moans grew louder, filling the room. I could feel my pleasure building, my balls tightening. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I reached down between us, my fingers finding her clit. I started rubbing it in slow circles, eliciting a gasp from Jasmine.
She tightened around me, her orgasm washing over her. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust inside her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms around Jasmine, holding her close. We lay there for a while, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Jasmine looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
I smiled, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “Yes, it was.”
And it was. It was a night of passion that I would never forget.
