I woke up in the early hours of the morning, my sheets damp and tangled around me. A sharp pain shot through my chest as I realized she wasn’t there – the hot red-headed girl from last night. We had met at a crowded bar, both looking for something brief and passionate. Our eyes locked, and we knew exactly what we wanted.
As I rolled over onto my elbow, her scent filled my nostrils, a mix of strawberries and whisky. Her body was curvaceous and lush, a testament to her Irish heritage. She stirred slightly under the rumpled sheets, causing her breasts to shift enticingly. My cock twitched in anticipation.
I slid closer to her, brushing my hand down her bare side to cup her perfect ass. It felt firm yet soft, like velvet fire. She moaned lightly, rolling over onto her back, exposing herself fully to me. Her bright red hair fanned out around her face, drawing attention to her heavy-lidded green eyes, which were full of desire.
Lowering myself onto her, I took advantage of our shared intoxication, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. Her taste was sweet and wild, igniting a flame inside me. Her hands found their way to my erect cock, squeezing and stroking it with surprising skill.
We moved together, our bodies grinding against each other, fueled by primal urges. The rhythm grew faster, more intense, until she cried out, her inner walls tightening around me. I could feel her climax, her orgasm radiating through my entire body. In response, I exploded, spurting my seed deep within her.
Breathless and spent, we lay entangled, sweat glistening on our skin. She nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck, her breath tickling my ear. “Thank you,” she whispered softly. “That was… amazing.”
“It was,” I agreed, closing my eyes.
But even as sleep pulled at me, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever see that captivating smile and those fiery locks again. For now, though, we were content with this fleeting connection, cherishing every intimate moment we had shared.
