Margot was the ultimate fantasy fuck. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in wild curls, framing a face that was the very definition of sexy. Full, pouty lips, smoldering green eyes, and porcelain skin that seemed to glow from within. But it was her body that truly made her the supreme fantasy fuck – long, lean and toned, with curves in all the right places.
I had been dreaming of Margot for weeks. Ever since our eyes first met across the crowded bar, I knew I had to have her. She sauntered over, hips swaying, a come-hither smile playing on those luscious lips. “Buy a girl a drink, handsome?” she purred, her voice as smooth as honey.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. As we sipped our cocktails, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The way her dress clung to every dip and curve, the delicate column of her throat as she tossed back her head and laughed at something I said. I was transfixed, consumed by my desire for this fantasy fuck.
Soon, we were tangled together on the dance floor, bodies undulating to the pulsing beat. Margot ground her hips against me, and I felt myself harden in response. “Take me home with you tonight,” she breathed hotly in my ear. “I want to be your finest fantasy fuck.”
We stumbled into the cab, hands roaming greedily, mouths fused together. At my apartment, we barely made it to the bedroom before clothes were shed in a frenzy. Margot pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, sinking down on my aching cock with a guttural moan.
She rode me hard and fast, her creamy tits bouncing enticingly. I grabbed her hips, pounding up into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you’re so good,” I groaned. Margot just smiled, that wicked expression that promised to drive me wild.
We fucked like feral animals all night long. Margot was insatiable, a sexual goddess who took what she wanted. She was on top, then I flipped her over, then we were in the shower, soaping up our slick bodies. We collapsed on the bed, spent and satisfied.
Margot curled up beside me, tracing idle patterns on my chest. “You made me come so hard tonight,” she murmured, nuzzling my neck. “I want to be your fantasy fuck again and again.” I smiled, pulling her close. Oh, I had a feeling this was the start of a very long, very delicious affair..
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