It all started at a raging house party where the drinks were flowing like water and inhibitions were non-existent. My eyes locked with this guy, a stranger, across the crowded room. He had this mischievous grin, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
The night wore on, and we ended up in the bathroom, both of us needing a break from the chaos. He stumbled and almost fell, his hands brushing against my body as I caught him. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I realized just how intoxicated he was.
I tried to help him to the sink so he could splash some water on his face, but he swayed unsteadily, his body pressed against mine. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting of alcohol and desire.
He groaned and pulled me closer, his hands sliding under my skirt, fingers finding my wetness. I gasped, my head spinning with lust, as he slid a finger inside me, pumping in and out slowly.
In the next moment, I found myself on my knees, unzipping his pants and taking out his half-hard cock. I couldn’t resist, not with him so vulnerable and needy. I wrapped my lips around him, tasting his pre-cum as I bobbed my head, my fingers still between my legs, teasing myself.
He leaned against the wall, his head falling back, his eyes closed, as I sucked him, my mouth enveloping him completely. He moaned loudly, his hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer.
Before long, he was rock hard, and I could feel him about to explode. I stood up and positioned him at my entrance, my skirt hiked up around my waist. With a groan, he thrust into me, his drunken fumbles turning into desperate, powerful thrusts.
We fucked on the toilet, my hands braced against the wall for balance, our bodies slapping together, the sounds of our passion echoing in the small room. I could feel his release building, and as he reached his peak, I did too, the orgasm crashing over me in waves
