It's Friday night and I get a call from one of my girls, sounds like another night of burning up the dance floor. I slip into my little black dress that stops mid-thigh along with my gold strappy fuck me heels. We get to the club and the beat is pumping. I head over to the bar and down a shot of potency and tequila then to the dance floor and get lost in the music.
I feel a presence behind me as I sway my hips to the music, a hard body pressing up against my back, moving to my rhythm. I grind my body against yours feeling your hands move down my waist to rest on hips pulling me closer to you. I can feel your cock hardening. You move your hand to my stomach and hold me tight against your body as we move to the music your other hand cups my tits squeezing them tight.
I moan feeling my pussy juice start to flow soaking my tiny black thong. You lean in and nibble my earlobe dipping your tongue in my ear only to whisper, "I'm Barry. I'm gonna fuck your pretty pussy raw... and you're gonna beg for it." I shudder from those words and reach back and cup your dick in my hands. You grab my hand and lead me off the dance floor. We end up in a small room with just a table.
You push me up against a wall lifting my leg around your waist as your other hand moves between my legs to rip my thong from my body, you run your finger up and down my slit only to sink it deep into my pussy. I grind against your hand trying to get your finger deeper into my pussy. I tilt my head back, my mouth slightly open as I stare into your eyes.
You pull your fingers out and run them across my parted lips. I take your hand in both of mine and slowly suck your fingers clean moaning as I taste myself on your fingers.
