My new friend

I caught sight of her at the bar. Short dress, long legs, and a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing. I walked over, heart already pounding. She smelled like vanilla and trouble. Five minutes later, she was pulling me into her apartment like she’d been waiting for this all night. Once the door clicked shut, she slipped her panties down and laid back on the bed. Her pussy looked just the way I’d hoped—pink, soft, already wet. I ran two fingers over it, slow. She let out a soft moan and opened wider. Then came the glass. A thick, smooth dildo, heavy in my hand. I ran the tip along her slit, watching her lips part. When I pushed it in, she gasped, hips lifting to meet it. Every inch disappeared, stretched and glistening. I pulled it out, shoved it back in. She reached down to touch herself while I fucked her with it, her clit swelling under her fingers. We didn’t talk much. Just heat, rhythm, wet sounds. She came hard around the glass, thighs shaking. Before she caught her breath, she rolled me onto my back and reached for another toy—slim, curved, and mine. She pressed it to me, smiling. “Your turn,” she said. We went all night like that. Glass, skin, sweat. One of us always moaning, the other watching.