Lust Under the Lights

Our kisses were hungry, urgent. Marissa slipped off her dress, revealing a black lace lingerie set that made my breath catch. Her breasts were perfect, full and soft, with dark, taut nipples that begged to be touched. I trailed my lips from her collarbone to her chest, teasing one nipple with my tongue, circling it slowly until she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. I sucked gently, then harder, feeling her arch against me. Her skin was warm, her scent a mix of jasmine and desire.

I peeled off her stockings, kissing my way down her thighs. When I reached her center, she was already wet, her folds glistening. I parted them with my fingers, exploring every inch with slow, deliberate licks, savoring her taste – sweet and musky. Her hips bucked as I flicked my tongue over her clit, alternating between soft swirls and firm pressure. She moaned my name, her voice raw, and I felt her thighs tremble as I slipped a finger inside, curling it to find that sensitive spot. Her gasps turned to cries, and I kept going until she shuddered, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

We shifted into a 69, her lips wrapping around me as I continued to taste her. Her mouth was warm, her tongue teasing the tip before taking me deeper, her hands guiding my rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, her heat and the slickness of her mouth driving me to the edge. I couldn’t hold back, finishing across her chest with a groan. But I was hard again in moments, her touch reigniting me.
Please, – she whispered, her eyes dark with need. – I want you inside me.

I positioned myself above her, guiding myself into her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and we found a rhythm – slow at first, then faster, our bodies slapping together as the bed creaked beneath us. Her nails dug into my back, and I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans. We switched positions, her on top, riding me with a confidence that made my head spin. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I gripped her hips, guiding her as she ground against me, her breath hitching as another climax built.
We went again, this time with her bent over the edge of the bed, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her from behind. The angle let me hit deeper, and she pushed back against me, urging me on. I reached around to stroke her clit, and she came again, her cries muffled in the pillows. I followed soon after, collapsing beside her, both of us slick with sweat.

We didn’t stop there. Hours later, after a quick break, I explored her again, this time slower, more deliberate, kissing every inch of her body before focusing on her core once more. She returned the favor, her mouth working magic until I was begging for release. We went three more rounds, each one a blur of heat and pleasure, until we were both utterly spent.

I dragged myself home at 7 a.m., still buzzing but empty-handed – the $30 was gone, spent on drinks and the club’s cover charge. Mom wasn’t happy, and I mumbled some excuse about losing track of time. Totally worth it, though.

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