When I met him at the bar, my tight black dress and fishnet stockings had him hooked. We flirted over drinks and before I knew it, we were heading back to his place for some intense, primal pleasure. His hands explored every inch of me, leaving me breathless with anticipation. As he ravaged me, I moaned and begged for more, my screams echoing through the room. We took turns dominating each other, each orgasm taking us to new heights of ecstasy. The first date might have been short, but it left us both craving more.