With my first steps onto the dance floor, I felt a warm rush of excitement. The music was hypnotic, and the smell of sweat and alcohol only heightened the atmosphere. My eyes scanned the crowd for someone interesting to talk to when they landed on him: tall, dark, and dangerously handsome. His body moved sensually to the beat, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him.
As we danced closer, I couldn't help but notice his impressive bulge pressing against his pants. It was big, bigger than my husband's for sure. My heart raced as I imagined what it would feel like to have that thick cock inside me. My husband's cock had never filled me up completely, always leaving me wanting more.
We exchanged numbers in the bathroom break, and later that night, I found myself alone in my room, thumbing through his ...photos on Instagram, reminiscing about our chance encounter and hoping for a repeat opportunity.
