I knew I shouldn’t have been there, but I didn’t care. Maybe it was because I knew my boyfriend was going to propose tonight. I loved him, but the claustrophobia of being tied to one man for the rest of my life was beginning to swell in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Maybe I just needed one last fling. Or perhaps I am just an insatiable slut who will never change. The reason why I was there is irrelevant, I guess. It didn’t change the fact that I was on my knees in front of a stranger I had met online only two hours before.
I had on a tight-fitting, baby blue dress that did a fantastic job of showing off my lovely curves. My hair hung in loose curls around my shoulders, or at least it did at one point. Now, it was bunched in a tight knot, held firm by this stranger’s strong hands. My red lips were pursed around his thick cock, reminding me what I would never have again after I married my boyfriend. I lightly ran my nails along his thighs as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I loved the sensation. He didn’t care that I was doing almost none of the work. To this stranger, my mouth was simply a wet hole to fuck.