What a night out...!

I danced all night. My hips kept moving even when my feet begged for a break. Then, just before last call, he walked in. Tall, dark suit, a smile that promised trouble. Heat shot straight down my spine the second our eyes met, and every inch of me knew I wasn’t leaving alone. I gave him my best moves—slow smiles, a hand that lingered on his chest, a whisper against his ear that left his jaw tight. He grabbed my wrist and led me up the hidden stairs to the VIP lounge. The second the door shut, his mouth was on mine. I dropped to my knees, took him deep, wet sounds echoing off the velvet walls. He bent me over the leather couch, spread my cheeks, and slid his slick cock into my ass while my tits pressed against the cool cushion. Long, deliberate thrusts turned my moans into cries until he pulled out and painted my lips and tongue with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed every drop, still trembling, the taste of him lingering like expensive whiskey. Best night out I’ve ever had.