Hot Night with Zara from Sydney

The moment I walked into the dimly lit hotel bar, I knew she was gonna be a ripper. The way her tight red dress hugged every curve, the way her dark eyes locked onto mine with that sly grin, fuck, she was exactly what I’d been craving. I slid into the seat beside her, my fingers trailin’ up her thigh under the table as I murmured, "You’re even better than your profile, darlin’."

We barely made it to the room before she was all over me, her lips hot against my neck. She dropped to her knees, nails diggin’ into my hips as she took me deep, lookin’ up with those wicked eyes. I groaned, fist in her hair as she teased, pullin’ back just to growl, "I want ya inside me, now."

Pushin’ me onto the bed, she climbed on top, sinkin’ down with a gasp. Her tight, wet pussy clenched around me as she rode me hard, moans echoin’ off the walls. Every thrust had me grip her hips, drivin’ deeper as she threw her head back, beggin’ for more. "Fuck, just like that," she panted before shudderin’, her whole body shakin’.

I flipped her onto her back, poundin’ into her until I came hard, her legs locked around me like a vice.

After, as we lay there tangled in the sheets, I traced a finger down her chest and smirked. "Stoked I checked erobella tonight." She chuckled, pullin’ me closer. "Best bloody decision you ever made, darlin’.