In the heart of the bustling city, I found myself at a dimly lit, intimate bar. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the diverse crowd. That’s when I saw him, a stunningly handsome man with dark skin and a captivating smile. He had short, spiky hair, a pixie cut that suited him perfectly. I felt an immediate connection and made my way over to him.
After a few drinks and flirtatious banter, I found myself back at his apartment. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, our mouths hungrily exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. His hands roamed over my curves, while mine traced the contours of his muscular chest and arms. Our foreplay was intense, filled with passionate kisses, nibbles on the neck, and eager groping. I was already wet and ready for him, but he took his time, teasing me with his fingers and tongue.
Finally, he entered me, filling me up in one swift, deep thrust. We moaned in pleasure, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we found our rhythm. His dark skin glistened with sweat, and I couldn’t help but reach up to touch it, marveling at the softness and warmth.
We switched positions, with me on top now, riding him hard and fast. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I ground against him. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.
As we approached our climax, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He knelt between my legs, his cock glistening with my wetness. He stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine as he came, spurting hot jets of cum all over my face. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his warm seed on my skin.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined. The taste of salt and musk on my lips, the sticky feeling of his cum on my face, were the only reminders of our passionate lovemaking. It was a night I would never forget, one that left me craving more of his dark, seductive touch.
