It was a humid summer evening when I first met Zara. She was a striking figure, with her dark skin glistening in the moonlight and her short, ponytail haircut framing her face in a way that only accentuated her high cheekbones and full lips.
We had been flirting all night, our eyes meeting across the crowded room, our bodies drawn to each other like magnets. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves alone, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we exchanged passionate kisses.
Zara’s lips were soft and full, her tongue eager as it danced with mine. She tasted like honey and wine, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Our kisses grew more urgent, our hands more insistent as we stumbled towards the bedroom.
Once there, we wasted no time in undressing each other. Zara’s dark skin was even more beautiful up close, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over her curves as she did the same to me.
She pushed me back onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire. She started by kissing my neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire as she made her way down my body. She lingered on my breasts, her tongue teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching.
But it was when she reached my pussy that I really felt alive. She started by licking my inner thighs, her tongue hot and wet against my skin. She moved closer and closer to my pussy, her breath warm against my lips.
When she finally made contact, I felt like I was going to explode. She licked and sucked my clit, her fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I moaned and writhed beneath her, my hands tangled in her ponytail.
But it was when she started to blow me that I really lost control. She wrapped her lips around my clit and started to suck, her breath hot and wet against my pussy. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking against her mouth.
I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure. Zara didn’t stop, her mouth and fingers working me to another orgasm. I was lost in pleasure, my mind blank as I rode wave after wave of ecstasy.
When it was over, I lay there, spent and satisfied. Zara crawled up beside me, her eyes shining with pride. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” I breathed, pulling her close. “It was incredible.”
We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, our passion only growing stronger as the night went on. And when the sun finally rose, we lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, already planning our next night together.
