In the dimly lit bar, I couldn’t help but notice her. She was a stunning woman with a ponytail that cascaded down her back, and a mischievous glint in her eye. The tattoo of a serpent that slithered down her arm caught my attention, and I knew I had to talk to her.
“Hi, I’m Jack,” I said, extending my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Jack,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “I’m Sophia. I couldn’t help but notice your gaze on my tattoo.”
“It’s mesmerizing,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d like that,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
As we sipped our drinks, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. She was confident and mysterious, and I knew I had to know more. We made small talk, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to run my fingers through her ponytail, or to trace the serpent on her arm with my tongue.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
I followed her out of the bar, my heart racing. We walked to her apartment, the tension between us palpable. As soon as we were inside, she pressed herself against me, her lips finding mine.
Our kiss was fierce and passionate, our tongues dancing together. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I ran my hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin. She moaned as I traced my fingers over her tattoo, the serpent seeming to come to life under my touch.
She broke our kiss, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to cup my cock through my pants.
I growled, my hands reaching for the button on her jeans. I slid them down her legs, revealing a landing strip of pubic hair that matched the color of her ponytail. She stepped out of her jeans, her body on display for me.
I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her body. She moaned as I traced my fingers over her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. She reached down, her hand wrapping around my cock. I groaned, my hips thrusting into her hand.
She broke our kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. She nibbled on my earlobe, her hot breath making me shiver. She moved down, her lips finding my nipples. She sucked and bit at them, making me gasp.
She moved down further, her lips finding my cock. She took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my head. I groaned, my hands reaching for her head. She took me deeper, her throat contracting around me.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled her up, my lips finding hers. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, my cock still buried in her mouth.
I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers. She moaned as I entered her, her pussy wet and ready for me. I thrust into her, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
She moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Harder,” she begged, her hips meeting mine.
I thrust into her harder, our bodies slapping together. She moaned, her pussy clenching around me. I felt her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around me.
“Cum for me,” I whispered, my lips finding hers.
She moaned, her orgasm crashing over her. I felt her pussy milking me, pulling every last drop of cum from me.
We lay there, our bodies spent. I traced my fingers through her ponytail, my lips finding hers.
“I’ll see you again,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I can’t wait.”
