In the dim light of the evening, I found myself at the doorstep of a quaint little apartment in the heart of the city. The door creaked open, revealing a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes that sparkled with a mischievous glint.
“Hello, I’m Fiona. You must be Jack,” she said, extending her hand towards me.
I took her hand in mine, feeling a surge of electricity run through my veins. “Yes, I am,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Fiona led me inside, and we made our way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and steam began to fill the room. I watched as she stripped off her clothes, revealing her toned body and perky breasts. My cock instantly sprang to attention.
Fiona noticed and smiled wickedly. “Someone’s eager,” she said, stepping into the shower.
I followed her, and we began to wash each other’s bodies. Her soapy hands roamed over my chest and abs, and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. I returned the favor, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Fiona let out a gasp as I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness coat my fingers. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, and she leaned back against the shower wall, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust inside, filling her completely. We moved together, our bodies slick with water and sweat.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Fiona chanted, her nails digging into my back.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster.
“Cum for me, Jack,” Fiona begged, her eyes pleading.
