God you looked so sexy at the bar.
So damn sexy.
You looked at me, and I looked at you. We knew instantly what was going to happen.
We took shots together and laughed at the wildness of the night. You asked me to come home with you. I checked with my friends if they would be ok, and we both pretended we didn’t know what would happen.
It’s all a blur. You grabbed my tits. I grabbed your dick. All within the second we walked in the door. I absolutely could not resist, and normally I would at least play along that you needed to work for it. But not tonight. Not now.
You pull me into your room, and I fall onto the bed lazily. I hope you don’t notice, but you do and neither of us care. We are on a high.
You grind into me while I’m beneath you. You wonder if my moans are sincere. But the sound of it drives you wild.
I sit up and rip my top off, tossing it to the floor. You push me back down and grab my tits as hard as you can. It feels so fucking good.