Met and fucked her in the night club right next to the dancefloor

The strobe lights flash, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the heaving bodies on the dancefloor. I’m grinding against her, my cock hard as steel, rubbing against her ass. She turns, lips glossy and inviting, and I grab her by the throat, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes widen, but she smiles, knowing what’s coming. I hike up her skirt, exposing her glistening pussy, and shove two fingers inside. She moans, loud and filthy, her hips bucking against my hand. I can feel her wetness, her heat, and it drives me wild. I pull my fingers out, suck them clean, and then wrap her legs around my waist. With one swift motion, I impale her on my cock, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. She screams, but the music swallows it up. I fuck her hard, relentless, her body bouncing against the wall. She claws at my back, leaving marks, and I know she’s close. I reach down, rub her clit, and she explodes, her orgasm ripping through her. I follow soon after, filling her with my cum, my body shuddering with the force of it.

The crowd surges around us, oblivious to the raw, dirty fuck happening right next to them. I pull out, my cock glistening with her juices, and she slides down the wall, her legs weak. She looks up at me, a satisfied smirk on her face, and I know this is just the beginning. The night is young, and the club is ours to conquer. We stumble back to the dancefloor, her hand in mine, ready for whatever comes next. The music pulses, the lights flicker, and we’re lost in the rhythm, in the heat, in the sheer animalistic need to fuck again.