Crazy night out

I love taking him out dancing. Every time we hit the floor, I grind on him like a paid dancer in a back-room booth. My hips roll slow and dirty until he’s hard against my ass and breathing through his teeth. Normally we bolt straight home and he fucks my tight cunt the second the door shuts. Tonight the pattern broke. He’d poured a few too many, so I steered him into a cab, dragged him upstairs, and peeled him out of his clothes before he could finish a sentence. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed over his face, rubbing my soaked pussy across his lips until he opened up and tasted me. When he was fully hard I slid down, took his cock in one smooth stroke, and rode him hard, blond hair swinging. The sight of that slick shaft disappearing into me made my clit throb. I pulled off, dropped between his knees, and wrapped my lips around him, sucking the wet taste of myself from his skin. He groaned, grabbed the back of my head, and came in thick, hot spurts across my tongue and lips, painting my face until it dripped down my chin.