B4A0402- I took a big-breasted beauty I met at a bar to the backyard and had intense sex with her.

The sulfurous heat of the bar swelled around us, bodies dancing to the pulsing beats, sweat mingling in the air. That’s when I saw her – an explosion of blonde hair, porcelain skin, and a dress that hugged her voluptuous curves like a promise. I had to have her.

I made my way through the throngs of drunken revelers, eyes locked on my target. As I approached, she looked up from her drink, meeting my gaze with a coy smile. “Well hello there, handsome,” she purred, batting long lashes over hooded blue eyes. I swallowed hard, mesmerized by the swell of her ample cleavage visible in her low-cut dress.

“Care to dance?” I asked, extending a hand. She giggled, taking it in her slender fingers. “I thought you’d never ask.”

We moved to the dance floor, bodies pressed close, mine already hardening at the feel of her soft curves. My hands roamed her back, down to grip her pert ass. She gasped, grinding against me, building the fire between us. When the song ended, we were both breathless and flushed.

“I have a little proposition,” I whispered hotly in her ear. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Amy,” she breathed. “What’s yours?”

“Ivan. And what I’m proposing is that we take this somewhere more…private.”

Her lips curled in a wicked grin. “Lead the way.”

Hand in hand, we ducked out the back door into the alley behind the bar. The cool night air was a relief on my heated skin. I pushed Amy against the brick wall, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned softly, fisting my hair, her tongue dancing with mine.

My hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way to stroke the smooth skin beneath. Higher and higher I went until my fingers were brushing the damp lace of her panties. She gasped as my digits pushed the flimsy barrier aside to circle her slick folds.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, bucking against my hand. “That feels so good…”

I pumped two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. My other hand reached up to palm her heavy breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened under my touch and I pinched it lightly, eliciting a sharp cry.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her swollen clit. Her head fell back against the wall with a thump, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could feel her legs quivering, knew she was getting close. I thrust my tongue deep, fucking her with it, relentless.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there!” Amy wailed. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna- ahh!”

Her body tensed and then convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her copious juices flooding my tongue. I lapped at her hungrily, riding out her aftershocks. When she finally eased back down, boneless, I rose to my feet, kissing her intimately.

Amy tasted herself on my lips and it drove her wild. She tore impatiently at my zipper, freeing my straining erection. Wrapping her fingers around it, she stroked me base to tip, spreading the bead of moisture at the head. I groaned, hips thrusting into her pajana stapudi.

As much as I loved her hand, I needed to be inside her. Now. I spun Amy around and bent her over, shoving her dress up over her hips. Her peachy ass was perfection, ripe and ready for fucking. I notched my cock against her entrance and pushed in to the hilt with one powerful stroke.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” Amy cried, arching her back. “Harder Ivan, fuck me hard!”

I gripped her hips and did just that, slamming into her again and again, setting a relentless pace. The wet sounds of our coupling echoed through the empty alley along with our pants and sighs of pleasure. Her pussy gripped me like a silken fist, silky and slick.

Leaning over her, I tugged her dress down, freeing her tits from their lace prison. I pressed my chest to her back, reaching around to pinch and pull at her stiff peaks. Each tug of my fingers sent jolts of electricity straight to her core and she clenched harder around my pistoning cock.

“You like that, you little slut?” I growled in her ear. “You like getting fucked where anyone could walk by and see what a filthy girl you are?”

“Mmm yes,” Amy moaned, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum again!”

I reached down, my fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around it. Combined with my deep, pounding strokes, it quickly sent her flying again, her pussy spasming almost violently around me. The sensation triggered my own freefall and with a roar, I slammed in one last time, spilling my load deep inside her.

We collapsed together, me blanketing her back, our sweat-slicked skin sticking slightly in the humid air. For a long moment, the only sound was our harsh panting as we struggled to catch our breath. As our pulse rates slowed, I tenderly kissed her neck, savoring the lingering taste of salt and sex on my tongue.

When we finally made ourselves decent and crept back inside, we were both glowing, the after-effects of our frenzied coupling evident in our satisfied smiles and lingering flush. We spent the rest of the night dancing in each other’s arms, bodies no longer just dancing but already planning our next heated encounter. It was the start of something wonderful. And filthy. And I couldn’t wait.