STORY 32: A WILD NYMPHO (END)

Chapter 1 I spotted him across the bar, this tall guy with broad shoulders and a jawline that made my pussy clench just looking at him. He was just another potential fuck to scratch the itch that never really goes away. I am always horny, always needing more, my body craving cock or fingers or anything to fill me up and make me cum until I can not think straight. It is like a fire inside me that burns constant, and tonight it was raging. I sat there in my red dress, the fabric clinging to my tits and ass, my thighs rubbing together under the bar, already feeling that slickness building between my legs. God, I need to get laid tonight, I need to get something hard in me right now, If he does not approach, I will find someone else, but he looks strong, like he could handle me rough. He caught my eye and walked over, his steps confident, eyes scanning me like he wanted to eat me alive. My nipples hardened under my dress, poking through the thin material, and I shifted on the stool, pressi