The Night We Fucked Our Way Through the City

Last weekend, we decided to fuck our way through the city. We started the night at The Velvet Rope, a club known for its dark corners and even darker desires. The music was pounding, and the air was thick with anticipation. We were both dressed to fuck, in tight leather pants and low-cut tops that left nothing to the imagination.

We didn’t waste any time. As soon as we hit the dance floor, I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. I grinded against him, teasing him, making him want me more. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight.” I turned around and kissed him, biting his lip just enough to draw a slight gasp.

We found a quiet corner and he pushed me against the wall. His hands were everywhere, grabbing my tits, squeezing my ass. I could feel his cock straining against his pants, ready to fuck me right there. But we had plans, and this was just the appetizer.

Next stop was The Lounge, a more upscale place with a fucking amazing rooftop bar. We sat down at the bar, ordered some drinks, and started making out like we were the only ones in the room. His hand snaked up my skirt, and I could feel his fingers brushing against my pussy, making me wetter by the second.

We barely made it to the rooftop before we were all over each other again. He bent me over the railing, my ass exposed to the cool night air. He pulled down my thong and slid his cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast against the railing. I could hear the city below us, but all I could focus on was his dick pounding into my pussy.

Our final stop was The After Hours, a sex club where anything goes. We walked in, already high on the night’s fucking adventures. We found a private room and went to town. We sucked each other’s cocks and pussies, licking and sucking every inch of each other’s bodies. He bent me over the bed and fucked my ass, making me scream