Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I first laid eyes on him at that trendy art bar downtown. He was standing across the room, his sculpted features illuminated by the urban glow, and I felt an instant jolt to my core.
“Hi there, I’m Diana,” I purred, extending a hand adorned with a sapphire ring that flashed under the strobe lights. His warm, calloused palm enveloped mine, sending a thrill up my arm.
“I’m Ryder,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. We stood there, locked in a charged gaze, as the room around us melted away.
Without another word, we made our way to the coat check, fingers intertwining the whole time. In the dim, cramped space, he crowded me against the wall, hands roaming over my curves with a newfound hunger. “I want you,” he growled, claiming my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
That Trendy Art Bar
I melted into him, moaning into the mouth that devoured mine. My fingers tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. He obliged, yanking it off and tossing it aside, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with tantalizing tattoos. I placed reverent kisses along his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his nipples, drawing out a guttural groan.
His hands slid down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly as he backed me into the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, the hard length of him pressing insistently against my core.
“Fuck, Diana, I need to be inside you,” Ryder rasped, his mouth trailing hot kisses down the column of my throat. I nodded frantically, reaching for his belt, fumbling to free him.
He lifted me higher, positioning me against the wall as he palmed his thick, throbbing cock. In one fluid motion, he thrust into me, filling me to the brim with his incredible girth. I cried out, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he started to move, each stroke a masterful blend of power and precision.
My scream echoed through the coat check as my orgasm crashed over me, waves of euphoria pulsing through my veins. Ryder’s thrusts grew erratic, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he sought his own release.
With a final, guttural roar, he spilled himself deep inside me, filling me with the proof of his desire. We stayed like that for a moment, bodies still entwined, chests heaving in sync as the aftershocks of our passion gradually subsided.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248