I Met and fucked her in the night club right next to the dancefloor [Blowjob]

The neon lights of the club flickered over her body as she danced, her ass shaking to the thumping beat. I was entranced by the sight of her, the way her tits bounced freely beneath her top, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. I moved in closer, my cock already hard and straining against my jeans. She turned to me, a wicked smile on her lips, and I knew she was mine for the night. I grabbed her by the hip, pulling her close, feeling her breath hot on my ear. “I want you to suck my cock,” I growled, my hand slipping down to grab her ass, squeezing hard. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine, and then she dropped to her knees right there on the dancefloor. The crowd blurred around us as she unzipped my jeans, pulling out my thick, hardened cock. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, making me groan. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the precum from my slit, her eyes locked on mine, a filthy smirk playing on her lips. She took me into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around my girth, her head bobbing as she sucked me deep, her hand working in tandem, jerking me off while she deepthroated my cock. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth engulfing me was too much, and I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, my cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop. I came hard, my cum shooting out in thick ropes, landing on her tits, her chin, her lips. She looked up at me, her face covered in my cum, and she licked her lips, savoring the taste of me.

I pulled her to her feet, my cock still hard, ready for more. I pushed her against the wall, the music pulsing around us, the crowd a distant hum. I hiked up her skirt, my fingers hooking into her thong, pulling it to the side. I spat on my fingers, rubbing them against her pussy, feeling her wetness. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall as I slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her roughly. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her juices coating my hand. I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her. She watched me, her eyes wide with lust, her chest heaving. I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing gently, and she moaned, her eyes rolling back. I spun her around, bending her over, her ass in the air. I rubbed my cock against her ass, teasing her, before sliding it into her pussy, feeling her tightness envelop me. I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, the sound of our flesh meeting filling the air. She screamed, her voice lost in the music, her body shaking as she came, her pussy milking my cock. I came soon after, my cum filling her, dripping down her thighs. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices, and I smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint. She turned to me, a satisfied smile on her lips, and we disappeared into the night, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our minds racing with the memory of our filthy encounter.