A Tryst with the Pixie-Cut Pixie

In the dimly lit room, a woman with a pixie-cut blonde hairdo sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through her short hair, a playful smile playing on her lips. Across from her, a man leaned against the wall, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice sultry and inviting.

He nodded, pushing himself off the wall and closing the distance between them. “More than you know,” he replied, his gaze never leaving her face.

She stood up, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate dance. His hands wandered down her body, settling on her hips and pulling her closer.

She moaned against his lips, her body pressing against his. He ran his hands through her short hair, feeling the soft strands against his fingertips.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and making her gasp. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.

His hands moved down to her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. She ground her hips against him, feeling his hardness through his pants.

He reached down, cupping her pussy through her panties. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, making her wet with desire.

He pulled her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him.

He added a second finger, fucking her slowly and deeply. She moaned, her head falling back as he brought her closer to the edge.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and tasting her sweetness. She watched him, her breath coming in short pants.

He dropped to his knees, his face level with her pussy. He licked her, his tongue tracing her folds and making her shiver.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and grinding her hips against his face. He licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

He stood up, his cock straining against his pants. She undid his belt, her fingers shaking with anticipation.

She pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly.

He moaned, his head falling back as she worked him. She dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock.

She sucked him, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hands resting on her shoulders.

She took him deeper, her mouth stretched wide. She bobbed her head, her lips and tongue working him.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.

He lifted her up, laying her on the bed. He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her pussy.

He thrust inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.

He fucked her, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

He reached down, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. She moaned, her orgasm building inside her.

He thrust harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She screamed, her orgasm washing over her.

He pulled out, his cock covered in her juices. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

He stroked himself, his hand moving faster and faster. She watched him, her breath coming in short pants.

He came, his cum shooting out and landing on her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm liquid on her skin.

He collapsed next to her, his chest heaving with exertion. She wiped the cum off her face, her fingers glistening.

They lay there, their bodies sated and spent. The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing.

She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the sticky residue of his cum. She smiled, her heart still racing with pleasure.

This was a night she would never forget.

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