“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”His hands gripped her hips, slamming her body down onto his with a force that made her gasp. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him, her wetness dripping down his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting.“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. “You’re taking me so deep, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”She moaned, her head falling back as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop fucking me.”He didn’t. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him, over and over until she was screaming his name. Her body trembled, her orgasm building with every thrust, every slap of his hips against hers.“Come on, baby,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let go. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”And she did. Her body clenched around him, her walls spasming as she came, her scream echoing through the room. He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding inside her as he buried himself to the hilt, his name on her lips.---It had started innocently enough. A drink at a bar, a smile across the room. She’d been wearing a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she’d caught him staring, she’d smiled, and that was it. He was done for.“Can I buy you a drink?” he’d asked, his voice smooth as he approached her.She’d nodded, her eyes locking with his as she took the glass from his hand. “Cheers,” she’d said, her lips curving into a smirk as she took a sip.They’d talked for hours, their conversation easy and natural. She was funny, smart, and damn if she didn’t look incredible in that dress. He’d found himself leaning in closer, his hand brushing against hers as they laughed. The chemistry was undeniable, and by the time the bar closed, they were leaving together.The kiss had come first, soft and tentative as they stood outside her apartment building. Her lips had been warm against his, her hands sliding up his chest as she pressed herself closer. He’d deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her against him.“Do you want to come up?” she’d whispered against his lips, her breath warm against his skin.He’d nodded, his heart racing as he followed her inside. The elevator ride had been torture, her body pressed against his as they kissed, her hands roaming over his chest, his back, his ass. By the time they’d reached her apartment, they were both desperate for more.The moment the door closed behind them, she’d pushed him against it, her lips crashing against his as her hands fumbled with his belt. He’d groaned, his hands sliding under her dress to grip her ass as she ground against him.“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he’d muttered, his voice thick with desire as she pulled his cock free from his pants.She’d smirked, her hand wrapping around his length as she stroked him. “You’re so hard,” she’d whispered, her lips trailing down his neck. “I want to feel you inside me.”He’d groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. She’d guided him inside her, both of them moaning as he filled her.“Fuck,” she’d gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move. “You feel so good.”He’d carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before slamming into her again, his thrusts deep and relentless. She’d moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her, her body arching up to meet his.“Tell me what you want,” he’d growled, his hands moving to her breasts as he squeezed them, his fingers pinching her nipples.“I want you to fuck me harder,” she’d gasped, her voice trembling as her walls clenched around him.He’d obliged, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her scream. Her nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper.“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’d groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her wider, driving himself even deeper.They’d come together, her walls clenching around him as he spilled inside her, both of them gasping for air as they collapsed onto the bed.---“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”His hands gripped her hips, slamming her body down onto his with a force that made her gasp. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him, her wetness dripping down his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting.“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. “You’re taking me so deep, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”She moaned, her head falling back as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop fucking me.”He didn’t. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him, over and over until she was screaming his name. Her body trembled, her orgasm building with every thrust, every slap of his hips against hers.“Come on, baby,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let go. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”And she did. Her body clenched around him, her walls spasming as she came, her scream echoing through the room. He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding inside her as he buried himself to the hilt, his name on her lips.---“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his hands roaming over her body as they lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathing hard.She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.”He chuckled, his hand moving to her ass as he pulled her closer. “Round two?”Her smile turned wicked as she rolled on top of him, her hands sliding down his chest as she positioned herself over him. “You’re not done with me yet.”His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her again. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.She laughed, the sound sultry and full of promise as she started to move. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

They met at a bar, hit it off, and ended up back at her place, where they had intense sex. She rode him, and he fucked her hard, making her come multiple times. Afterward, they lay together, and she initiated another round of sex.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips, slamming her body down onto his with a force that made her gasp. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him, her wetness dripping down his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting.

__“You’re so fucking wet,”__ he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. __“You’re taking me so deep, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”__

She moaned, her head falling back as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop fucking me.”

He didn’t. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him, over and over until she was screaming his name. Her body trembled, her orgasm building with every thrust, every slap of his hips against hers.

__“Come on, baby,”__ he urged, his voice rough with desire. __“Let go. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”__

And she did. Her body clenched around him, her walls spasming as she came, her scream echoing through the room. He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding inside her as he buried himself to the hilt, his name on her lips.

---

It had started innocently enough. A drink at a bar, a smile across the room. She’d been wearing a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she’d caught him staring, she’d smiled, and that was it. He was done for.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he’d asked, his voice smooth as he approached her.

She’d nodded, her eyes locking with his as she took the glass from his hand. “Cheers,” she’d said, her lips curving into a smirk as she took a sip.

They’d talked for hours, their conversation easy and natural. She was funny, smart, and damn if she didn’t look incredible in that dress. He’d found himself leaning in closer, his hand brushing against hers as they laughed. The chemistry was undeniable, and by the time the bar closed, they were leaving together.

The kiss had come first, soft and tentative as they stood outside her apartment building. Her lips had been warm against his, her hands sliding up his chest as she pressed herself closer. He’d deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her against him.

__“Do you want to come up?”__ she’d whispered against his lips, her breath warm against his skin.

He’d nodded, his heart racing as he followed her inside. The elevator ride had been torture, her body pressed against his as they kissed, her hands roaming over his chest, his back, his ass. By the time they’d reached her apartment, they were both desperate for more.

The moment the door closed behind them, she’d pushed him against it, her lips crashing against his as her hands fumbled with his belt. He’d groaned, his hands sliding under her dress to grip her ass as she ground against him.

__“Fuck, you’re killing me,”__ he’d muttered, his voice thick with desire as she pulled his cock free from his pants.

She’d smirked, her hand wrapping around his length as she stroked him. __“You’re so hard,”__ she’d whispered, her lips trailing down his neck. __“I want to feel you inside me.”__

He’d groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. She’d guided him inside her, both of them moaning as he filled her.

__“Fuck,”__ she’d gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move. __“You feel so good.”__

He’d carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before slamming into her again, his thrusts deep and relentless. She’d moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her, her body arching up to meet his.

__“Tell me what you want,”__ he’d growled, his hands moving to her breasts as he squeezed them, his fingers pinching her nipples.

__“I want you to fuck me harder,”__ she’d gasped, her voice trembling as her walls clenched around him.

He’d obliged, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her scream. Her nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper.

__“Fuck, you’re so tight,”__ he’d groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her wider, driving himself even deeper.

They’d come together, her walls clenching around him as he spilled inside her, both of them gasping for air as they collapsed onto the bed.

---

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips, slamming her body down onto his with a force that made her gasp. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him, her wetness dripping down his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting.

__“You’re so fucking wet,”__ he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. __“You’re taking me so deep, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”__

She moaned, her head falling back as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop fucking me.”

He didn’t. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him, over and over until she was screaming his name. Her body trembled, her orgasm building with every thrust, every slap of his hips against hers.

__“Come on, baby,”__ he urged, his voice rough with desire. __“Let go. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”__

And she did. Her body clenched around him, her walls spasming as she came, her scream echoing through the room. He followed her over the edge, his own release exploding inside her as he buried himself to the hilt, his name on her lips.

---

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his hands roaming over her body as they lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathing hard.

She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, his hand moving to her ass as he pulled her closer. “Round two?”

Her smile turned wicked as she rolled on top of him, her hands sliding down his chest as she positioned herself over him. “You’re not done with me yet.”

His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her again. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

She laughed, the sound sultry and full of promise as she started to move. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

A slow-burning night of passion unfolds between two strangers who meet at a bar and engage in a night of intense, raw sex.

They start with a simple drink, but the chemistry is undeniable, leading to a night of sensual kissing and erotic exploration.

The sexual themes explored include dominant and submissive roles, with a focus on raw, unrelenting sex and the pleasure of mutual satisfaction.

The pace is steady, with a focus on the build-up of tension and the release of that tension through intense, passionate sex.

Her Mouth, His Hands, A Night of Fucking

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