Public pickup in a nightclub and wild sex with bondage Creampie [Drunk]

I stalked her through neon-drenched nightclub air, her silky dress hugging curves that begged for a rougher touch. She was tipsy, laughing too loud, completely unaware of the hunger prowling behind her. I slipped a shot glass into her hand, watched her down the burning liquid. Her eyes watered, and she turned to me, grinning sloppily. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, whispered filthy promises in her ear. She giggled, but there was heat in her cheeks, a spark in her eyes. I led her to a dark corner, pushed her against the wall, hiked up her dress. Her panties were soaked, the thin fabric doing little to hide her arousal. I tore them off, shoved two fingers inside her, made her gasp. She was drenched, her pussy clenching around me, begging for more. I spun her around, bent her over, and fisted her hair. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good little slut,” I growled, unzipping my pants. She moaned, pushed her ass back, eager for my thick length. I spat on her asshole, rubbed it in, then slammed into her pussy, hard. She screamed, but it was swallowed by the throbbing bass of the music. I fucked her rough, my hips pounding against her ass, my balls slapping her clit. She was a mess, her makeup running, her hair wild, her body shaking with each thrust. I reached around, choked her, felt her pussy grip me tighter. I was close, my cock swelling, her walls milking me. I pulled out, came all over her ass, marking her as mine. She collapsed against the wall, breathless, her body shaking with aftershocks. I grabbed her chin, forced her to look at me. “Clean it up,” I ordered, pointing to my cum dripping down her ass. She hesitated, then bent down, licked it off her skin, her tongue swirling over her asshole. I watched, my cock hardening again, ready for another round of brutal, drunken sex.