Rough sex in the VIP nightclub [Drunk]
The strobe lights flickered, casting lurid shadows across the VIP nightclub. She was already wasted, slurring her words as she grinded against me, her breath hot and reeking of vodka. I grabbed her by the throat, pushing her against the velvet couch, fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You want this, don’t you, slut?” I growled, my other hand yanking down her skirt, exposing her wet, shaved pussy. She moaned, a filthy sound, as I jammed two fingers inside her, feeling her drunk cunt clench around me. The music throbbed around us, a distant pulse compared to the raw, animalistic rhythm of our bodies. She fumbled with my belt, finally freeing my hard cock. I didn’t waste time, lifting her up and impaling her on my shaft, her drunken screams of pleasure lost in the cacophony of the club. Her tits bounced wildly as I pounded into her, each thrust brutal and deep. I could feel her slick juices coating my cock, her body trembling with each savage impact.
The VIP room was a blur of neon lights and shadowed figures, but all I saw was her, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. I pulled out, spinning her around and bending her over the couch. Her ass was in the air, glistening with her juices. I spat on her asshole, rubbing the saliva in with my thumb before pushing it inside. She screamed, a high-pitched wail that cut through the noise. I lined up my cock, pushing it into her tight, drunk ass. She fought me at first, but the alcohol had her weak, and I forced my way in, inch by inch. Her moans turned into guttural cries as I fucked her ass, hard and unrelenting. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her flesh. The room spun around us, a whirlwind of sex and sin, as I chased my release, ready to explode deep inside her drunken, willing body.
