The dimly lit bar hummed with jazz as Lora leaned against the counter, her 169 cm frame radiating confidence. Long legs crossed, that geiler Arsch perfectly outlined in her tight skirt. Her smoky voice cut through the noise like velvet over gravel. "You’ve been staring for ten minutes, stranger. Planning to buy me a drink or just undress me with your eyes?"
I smirked, sliding a whiskey her way. "Bold assumption. Maybe I’m admiring the way you own the room. Hungarian fire, right?"
She laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer. "Fire that could burn you if you’re not careful. Name’s Lora. And you look like trouble worth sampling." Her fingers brushed mine, electric. Witty banter flowed—her teasing my "obvious hard-on in those jeans," me firing back about her ass begging for attention. Tension built, horny glances turning electric.
Back at my place, clothes hit the floor fast. Lora pushed me onto the bed, strong hands gripping my shoulders. "Lie back. I’m in charge tonight." She dropped to her knees, full lips wrapping my cock in a slow, wet blowjob. Tongue swirling, deep throat taking me fully, eye contact fierce and cheeky. "Want to cum in my mouth?" she whispered, voice smoky and dripping with promise, pussy already wet and glistening.
I groaned, hands in her hair as she sucked harder, panting around my length. She pulled off, smirking. "Not yet." Standing, she bent over the dresser—perfect height. I grabbed her hips, sliding into her tight pussy from behind. She circled that round ass, pushing back deep, moaning loud. "Fuck me harder—feel how wet I am for you."
Sweating, we switched to reverse cowgirl. Her ass wiggled on my cock, riding slow then fast, my fingers rubbing her clit. She came first, pussy clenching, then I followed, cum spilling as we panted in the afterglow. The night was just starting.
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