In the dimly lit corner of the bustling bar, I spotted her – a woman with a pixie haircut, sitting alone and sipping her drink. Her tight-fitting top revealed her push-up bra, accentuating her ample cleavage. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hi there, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. May I join you?” I asked, flashing her a charming smile.
She looked up at me, her bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. “Sure, why not?” she replied, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips.
As we chatted and got to know each other, I couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction to her. I could see the desire in her eyes as well, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up in bed together.
We left the bar and headed back to my place, our hands entwined as we walked. As soon as we were alone, our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as we explored each other’s mouths.
I began to undress her, my hands roaming over her toned stomach and the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly as I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples.
She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, her pixie-cut hair tickling my face as she kissed me. She ground her hips against mine, her heat and wetness evident through her thin lace panties.
I reached down and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, feeling the soft curls of her pubic hair as I began to stroke her clit. She moaned and threw her head back, her breasts bouncing as I continued to pleasure her.
She was dripping wet, her pussy begging for my cock. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock before finally plunging deep inside her.
We fucked like animals, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we reached for our orgasms. She moaned and cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came. I followed soon after, filling her with my hot cum.
We lay there, our bodies spent and satisfied. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, my hands stroking her soft hair. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, content and exhausted from our passionate encounter.
