I Gave Him a Sloppy Handjob and Blowjob Before He Fucked Me in the Bathroom

The humidity of the club is palpable, bodies sway to the rhythm of the music, the beat thumping in time with her racing heart. She slides her hand up the length of his thigh, his breath hitching as her touch lingers near his growing erection. The bathroom is a dimly lit haven, muffling the throbbing bass. She drops to her knees, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants, her warm mouth enveloping him in a sloppy, wet embrace. She works her tongue in slow, deliberate circles, her hand mirroring the motion, slick and rhythmic. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. His body tenses, the release imminent, but he pulls her up, spinning her to face the wall. He hikes up her dress, his fingers exploring her soaked folds. With a swift thrust, he enter her, her breath catching as he fills her, their bodies moving in sync, the tension building to a crescendo.