“Come on, live a little.”

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“Come on, live a little.”That was what her friends had said to convince her to go to the club in the first place. She took their words to heart, figuring she could use a night out.She was near the middle of the dance floor when she had first felt his hands on her hips. Any other night, she would have pushed him away. But tonight, she repeated her mantra: Come on. Live a little.Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was tall, dark and handsome – just her type. She turned to face him, deciding to enjoy some harmless dancing with a stranger.Dancing led to grinding. Grinding led to making out. And before she knew it, she was being led into a remote corner of the club.The feeling of her back against the wall, his lips on her neck, his hardened manhood pressing against her thigh, the growing heat between her legs – it was all moving so fast. Normally, she would have put a stop to this. Normally, she would have taken control.Tonight, though, she had a much different thought: Let’s see where this goes. She lifted her right leg and rested it on his hip. Taking the hint, his hand slid down, over her thigh, up and under the hemline of her skirt.She threw her head back as his lips trailed down to her neck. His fingers traced the outline of her slit through her panties before roughly pushing the fabric aside and dipping his fingertips deep into her arousal.That middle finger of his hand felt rough.She moaned as she felt his digits push past her outer lips. Her hand instinctively slid down to his pants, tracing the outline of his hard cock edirne escort and swollen balls.He had pulled the top of her dress down and his warm lips enveloped her nipples. She reached into his pants and pulled his hard, erect cock free. Any remaining reservations were washed away as she stroked it and felt its girth and length in her hand.For a moment, they stood there: her hand wrapped around his cock, his fingers buried in her pussy, their tongues swirling in each others’ mouths. Maybe his is it, she thought. Maybe this is where we come to our senses.It was then that she felt his fingers slide out of her dripping snatch. His hand moved to her thigh, lifting it a little higher. His other hand braced the wall behind her.This is my chance, she thought. I can stop things here before they get really out of hand.She stroked his dick a few more times, vowing to herself that each one was the last – that this time, she’d stop, pull her skirt down, and go find her friends.But her hand didn’t stop. Her pussy felt so empty without his fingers. His cock felt so good in her hand. She began to guide his twitching, uncovered cock towards her aching, intimate entrance.Fuck it, she thought. Live a little.Her fingers grasped the base of his shaft, pulling it up to her wet hole. She gasped as she felt the head of his dick push between her labia; still having never exchanged a word, they looked into each others’ eyes as he pushed forward, filling the void left by his fingers just a few moments before.His hips rocked back and escort edirne forth, desperate to work his cock deeper inside his new, unknown lover. Her hungry pussy happily accepted every inch as he pumped slow and deep, breathing heavily into her neck. Unable to stay quiet, their moans punctuated the house music that was booming in the background.She wrapped both of her legs around his hips and moved her arms around her shoulders as her pussy cradled his cock. His slow, deliberate pace was driving her crazy as her body began to build towards orgasm. She felt every inch of him as his cock sawed in and out of her pussy.Finally, the orgasm that had been building in her lower abdomen ripped through her, and she can’t help the scream torn from her mouth. Luckily, no one heard them over the loud, pulsing music.Even as her body shuddered, he kept rocking his hips to the same steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out. His mouth skated over her neck, down to her breasts again. Taking one nipple between his teeth, his aggression grew and his tempo quickened. She clenched down on her lover with her legs and arms and felt her body begin to quiver again.By now, his thrusts became more urgent, more reckless. He’d lost all control, not at all worried about their surroundings or the consequences of their actions. This was going to end one way, and they both knew it.Her breath, her body, her moans – all let him know that she was cumming for a second time. It was just a matter of time before he, too, burst. With labored breath, edirne escort bayan he pushed deep into her one more time. Then again. And again. Finally, this time, he held myself deep inside of her, as deep as their bodies would allow.“Cum in me,” she whispered. She couldn’t have used his name if she wanted to; she didn’t know it.Her three words – the only they’d ever exchange – had their intended effect. She felt his bite on her nipple once again, just as his uncovered cock spewed a thick rope of cum into her exposed depths. She felt two more spasms, each one resulting in another jet of his seed splashing against his cervix and painting the walls of her pussy.And there they stood. His cock and balls continued to twitch as he held himself inside her. They kissed deeply, not caring anymore about where they were, who had seen them, or what the future might hold.After what seemed like minutes, he finally withdrew his softening cock from her sloppy pussy. With one final kiss goodbye, he disappeared back into the crowd on the dance floor.She adjusted her panties, which soon became soaked with her natural juices and the fresh load of cum her lover had deposited deep inside her hungry snatch. Maybe I should find my friends, she thought to herself. She smiled, thinking about how there’s no way they would believe her if she told them what she had just done.Just then, though, she caught a glimpse of another guy on the dance floor. Tall. Dark. Handsome. She wondered what it would feel like to have him pressed against her, what it would feel like to have his cock slide into her well-used sex.She wondered what it would feel like to have a second anonymous load dumped deep into her quivering hole.Fuck it, she thought, my friends can wait. I’m not done ‘living a little.’

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