Anonymous Hookup: Seduced My Lover’s Ex in Her Body – Raw First-Night Fuck

I park close to her building in the 15th. Sky darkening, wind whipping leaves. Heart thumps hard. Dropping off Laurence’s bag as Jeff’s ‘colleague’ Tiphaine. Stupid idea? Nah, adrenaline pumps. Ding dong. Door flies open. She’s there, pixie brunette, slim as fuck, green eyes piercing. Jeans hugging her ass, baggy sweatshirt. Stunned by my blue eyes.

“Hi, your bag from Jeff.” We shake, air-kiss cheeks. Natural, electric. Her hand cold on mine. “Tea?” Kitchen chaos, roommate Christine bolts. We sip, chat bullshit: uni, weekend plans. My aunt ‘canceled,’ stuck in Paris. She offers couch. Boom, staying over. Eyes lock, sparks fly. No bullshit games.

The Approach: Tension Builds, No Time to Waste

Supermarket run. Wind bites. Grab pizza, champagne. She hunts panties. I eye a hot brunette’s ass—busted. Blush. She grabs my tit, weighs it. “Wish mine were this big.” I ogle hers: “Yours are perfect.” Laughter explodes. Hands link fingers walking back. Pulse races. Elevator: she slams me against wall, tongue invades mouth. Leg between mine, thigh grinds my pussy through jeans. Fuck, soaked already.

Apartment. Shoes off, clothes fly. Dim room, white undies glow. Crawl like cats. Kiss hungry. Suck tits—hers tiny, hard nipples zap straight to clit. Mine heavy, hers devours. Hands dive panties. Her cunt drips, mine too. Fingers circle clits, sync rhythms. Faster, harder. Gasps, moans.

She pins me. I shove her flat, straddle face. Pussy smothers her—black bush surprises? Tongue laps clit, sucks lips. I grind. Crush tit on her slit, nipple pokes in. She bucks wild. Poils tickle—giggle fit, but we dive back, laughing through sucks.

The Explosion: Savage Fuck, Dirty Talk, Body Quakes

Fingers plunge. Her hole grips, gushes. Mine pulses. “Fuck my clit, bitch,” she growls. “Eat that wet pussy.” I finger-fuck her G-spot, thumb clit. She squirts on my hand. I shatter, thighs quake, cream her face. Orgasms rip us raw.

Collapsed, faces slick with cum. Breaths sync. “Cinema tomorrow?” “Yeah, make out.” Sleepy laughs. She curls into tits, hand cups pussy. “My girl’s back next week.” “Mine too.” Lies smooth. Now’s all that matters. Fade to black, bodies spent.

Morning light. Coffee buzz kills afterglow. Bag empty, role over. I’m stranger again. Kiss cheek, bolt. Heart heavy, pussy aches good. Back to lab life. Secret sealed.