The Velvet Lounge hummed with low jazz as I nursed my whiskey, scanning the crowd. She appeared like a storm—curves wrapped in black silk, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Sliding onto the stool beside me, she smirked. "You look bored, stranger. Staring at my ass like it's the only show in town?"
I met her gaze, grinning. "Bold opener. Most women start with 'hello.' What makes you think I'm the one getting picked up tonight?"
"Because I don't wait for permission," she shot back, her voice a velvet whip. "Name's Lila. Insatiable by design. And you? Looking like you'd rather talk than act. Prove me wrong."
We traded barbs over drinks—her wit slicing through my defenses like a blade. "Think your cock can keep up with a woman who knows what she wants?" she teased, leaning close. "I've left men panting before they even got started."
"Alex," I replied, matching her fire. "And I don't go soft easy. Question is, can your pussy handle what comes next?" Her laugh was throaty, promising trouble.
By the third round, she grabbed my wrist. "My loft. Now. Or are you all talk?"
The door barely closed before she shoved me against it, strong hands already freeing my hard cock. "Time for that blowjob you've been imagining," she purred, dropping to her knees. Her mouth was hot and relentless, tongue swirling as I groaned, horny and throbbing. She pulled back, lips glistening. "Not bad. But let's see you cum for real."
Stripping, she revealed her dripping wet pussy and perfect ass, already sweating in the heat. "Fuck me in all holes," she demanded, voice commanding yet playful. "I love cum, and I want it everywhere—lots of it." I spun her around, entering her slick pussy with a thrust that made us both pant. She rocked back, strong and unyielding, driving the rhythm as the explosive heat built.
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