I met her at a small bar on a business trip in the coastal city. Her shiny blonde hair, deep blue eyes, slightly curved lips and curving body in a tight dress – she stood out like a fire in the middle of the night. When she walked over and said in a half-English and half-Vietnamese accent: "You look at me like you want to swallow it whole..." – I knew that tonight would not be normal.
The hotel is just a few minutes away. As soon as the door of the room closed, she pressed me against the wall, kissing me devouringly as if she had suppressed her thirst for passion for too long. Her fiery fingers slid through her shirt, unbuttoning each button as if she had memorized a man's body. "I like the thrill... like the feeling of being controlled... but I also want to be bitten back," she whispered in my ear in a voice full of excitement.
On the bed, her body was like a wild dancer. She rode on me actively, her eyes locked on my gaze, jumping vigorously, and biting my lip lightly as if teasing. Each thrust from you was deep and decisive, the moans interspersed with rapid breaths creating a symphony of pleasure.