I couldn’t believe my luck when I walked into the club and saw her sitting at the bar. She was gorgeous, with long legs and curves in all the right places. We exchanged a few sultry glances before making our way to the back room. As soon as she pulled me in for a kiss, I knew this night was going to be filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Our bodies were intertwined as we explored each other’s erogenous zones. But then, instead of her tongue on mine, I felt something thick and hard. It was a strap-on and I couldn’t resist riding it until I reached an explosive climax. Who knew that trading pussy for cock could be so exhilarating?