In the heart of the city, there was a hidden gem, a speakeasy known only to the most discerning of patrons. It was here that I first laid eyes on her, a vision of beauty and grace. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Her lips were full and inviting, and I couldn’t help but imagine what they would feel like on mine.
She was sitting at the bar, sipping on a dirty martini, when our eyes met. She offered me a small, coy smile, and I knew I had to talk to her. I made my way over to her, and we struck up a conversation. We talked about everything and nothing, and I found myself becoming more and more drawn to her.
As the night wore on, the chemistry between us became palpable. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew she felt the same way. I leaned in close, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I could feel the heat rising between us.
We stumbled out of the bar, our hands all over each other. As we made our way to her apartment, I couldn’t help but notice the tantalizing glimpse of her pubic hair tattoo, a small, delicate butterfly that seemed to flutter with every movement.
Once we were inside, the clothes came off quickly. I trailed kisses down her neck, making my way to her breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure, her hands running through my hair.
I made my way down her body, kissing and licking every inch of her. When I reached her pubic area, I couldn’t help but stare at the butterfly tattoo. It was even more beautiful up close, and I traced my fingers over it gently.
She gasped as I began to lick and suck on her clit. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she moaned louder and louder. I slid a finger inside her, then two, curling them up to hit her g-spot. She cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my face.
I could feel her getting close, and I quickened my pace. She came hard, her juices flowing freely. I lapped them up, savoring the taste.
She pulled me up to her, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel her hands on my cock, stroking me firmly. I moaned into her mouth as she guided me inside her.
We moved together, our bodies becoming one. I could feel every inch of her, and I knew she could feel me too. We changed positions, trying out different angles and rhythms. Each one felt better than the last, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
She came again, her pussy clenching around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came hard, filling her with my seed.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies intertwined. I traced my fingers over her butterfly tattoo, marveling at its beauty.
It was a night I would never forget, a night of passion and pleasure that would be seared into my memory forever.
