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Title: “Tonight’s the Night: A Lewd Encounter with a Wild Blonde bombshell”

The lights were off, candles flickering on the nightstand. I had just returned home from a long day at work, slouched on the couch in my ratty t-shirt and sweatpants, lighting up a spliff. The doorbell chimed.

Swinging open the door, there she was: a vision of wanton indulgence. A petite but curvaceous blonde, barely contained in a too-short mini-skirt and halter top that left little to the imagination. She pushed past me, hiking up her skirt to reveal a lacy thong and toned ass.

“Hey sugar,” she purred, “I’m hydrating.” She grabbed the joint from my fingers and took a long drag, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t mind if I have a few puffs, do ya?”

I could only stare dumbfounded as she plopped on the couch, slender legs spread wider than strictly necessary. The girl was a live wire, crackling with sexual tension. Her nipples poked visibly through her top.

“I’m Cervantes,” she giggled, passing the joint. “But you can call me anything you want, baby. Got any beer?”

Stumbling to the fridge, I grabbed two bottles. By the time I turned around, she had shimmied out of her top, full breasts bouncing free. Perky and pale, tipped with rosy nipples.

“Goddamn,” I exhaled.

“Come on over, big boy,” Cervantes crooned, patting the cushion beside her. “Keep me company.”

I sank down next to her and she snuggled close, a warm arm draping over my shoulders. Her lilac-perfumed hair tickled my cheek. Each time she took a hit off the joint, she’d lean in and blow the smoke in my face, like a smoky little kiss.

The world grew hazy and golden, colored by the buzz and her proximity. She straddled my lap and my hands immediately went to her hips, fingers sinking into the plush flesh. She ground against my growing erection and it was quickly becoming impossible to think straight.

“Tell me, sugar,” Cervantes breathed in my ear, tracing the shell with her tongue. “You want to play with me?”

Her fingers drifted down the front of my sweatpants and wrapped around my cock, squeezing. I couldn’t help but buck into her touch, quickly losing my grip on coherent thought. Who was this vixen and what sorcery was she weaving?

She slipped off my lap and onto her knees before I could stop her, pulling my pants down around my ankles. Her hot breath ghosted over my member before she took me in her mouth, slick tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” I groaned, tangling a hand in her silky blonde hair. She bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time until I hit the back of her throat. Later, I’d wonder how she kept from choking. Right now, all I knew was it felt incredible.

She popped off with a lewd slurp and grinned up at me. “I want your big cock inside me, baby. Fuck me silly.”

Rising on shaky legs, I yanked her up and she wrapped her long limbs around me. I carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed, ripping her thong away in one swift movement. She kicked off her heels and spread her thighs, giving me a glorious view of her bare pussy, glistening and ready.

Fumbling with my sweatpants, I kicked them off, but I was too impatient to get completely undressed. I crawled over her, catching one stiff peak between my teeth and tugging. She rewarded me with a sharp cry. My free hand delved between her legs, feeling her juices coat my fingers.

Cervantes reached between us and angled my swollen head to her entrance. Then I was inside her, oh, so sweetly tight and wet around me. I nearly came right then, but sheer willpower kept me in check.

I plunged into her over and over. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room, along with her lusty moans and my grunts of exertion. Beethoven could write an entire symphony with the way the headboard slammed into the wall in rhythm with my thrusts.

She came with a scream, nails digging into my back as her body convulsed beneath me. Biting the nape of my neck, she urged me on with filthy encouragements.

“Yes, just like that! Fuck me harder, baby! Make me come again!”

I let myself go, giving over to the overwhelming pleasure, the hot clasp of her pussy milking my cock. Release ballooned in my core and I buried my face in her neck, slamming home one last time as I poured my essence deep within her.claiming her, marking her, completing her.

In the afterglow, I collapsed beside her, limbs still twitching. She cuddled up underneath my arm, fingers idly tracing my chest hair. We lay there, catching our breaths until she finally broke the silence.

“Damn, sugar. That was hot. You ever gonna invite me over for round two?”

I laughed, twisting a lock of her hair around my finger. Any other night, I might’ve passed out. But with this vixen in my bed, I was ready for another go whenever she was. So sue me if I’m not in the Puritan camp. A quickie like that, I’m game for a hundred more.