The Tattooed Vixen

In the dimly lit corner of the local dive bar, I spotted her. A woman with long, flowing auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and a mischievous glint in her eye. She was the kind of woman who could command a room with her presence alone. And I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

As I approached her, I noticed something else that set her apart from the rest. She had a small, delicate tattoo of a butterfly just above her pubic bone, peeking out from under her lacy lingerie. I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the sight of it.

We struck up a conversation, and before long, we were making out passionately in the corner booth. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue expertly explored my mouth. I could feel her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer to her.

I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and making her moan with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against me. I couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation, cupping her firm ass in my hands and grinding my hips against hers.

She broke away from our kiss, panting and looking up at me with desire in her eyes. “Take me home,” she whispered.

As soon as we were through the door of her apartment, she was on me. Her hands were everywhere, tugging at my clothes and pulling me towards her bed. I couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness.

She pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me and grinding her hips against my already hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, even through her panties.

She leaned down, her long hair brushing against my chest as she kissed me deeply. I ran my hands up her back, feeling the muscles tense and release under my fingers.

I reached her tattoo, tracing my fingers over the delicate ink. She shivered at my touch, arching her back and grinding her hips harder against me.

I sat up, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling me closer. I could feel her getting wetter through her panties, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her lacy thong and pulled it down, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment, admiring the sight before me.

She must have sensed my hesitation, because she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, guiding it towards her entrance. I didn’t need any more encouragement.

I pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls close around me. She was so wet, and I slid in easily. She moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

I started to move, thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace. She matched my rhythm, meeting each thrust with one of her own.

I reached down, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts. She moaned louder, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around my cock. I thrust harder, feeling my own orgasm building.

She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came with a groan, filling her with my hot seed.

We lay there for a moment, panting and trying to catch our breath. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

I couldn’t help but agree.

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