I’m Brayden, a dirty nasty slut who can’t get enough of a big thick daddy cock. One night, I decided to hit the club, looking for my next conquest. I wore my tightest dress, showing off every curve and inch of skin. My stilettos clicked against the pavement as I strutted towards the entrance, knowing all eyes were on me.Inside, the music was pulsing, and the crowd was grinding against each other. I made my way to the bar, ordering a dirty martini, extra dirty. I scanned the room, looking for my next victim. That’s when I saw him. A tall, muscular man with a five o’clock shadow and piercing blue eyes. He was exactly what I was looking for.
I sashayed over to him, my hips swaying to the beat of the music. He looked me up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’re looking for trouble, aren’t you?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
I bit my lip, nodding. “Maybe,” I replied, my voice husky.
He took my hand, leading me to the dance floor. We ground against each other, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
We left the club, stumbling back to his place. He ripped my dress off, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I moaned as he entered me, his thick cock filling me up. We fucked like animals, our bodies slapping against each other. I came hard, screaming his name.
Afterward, we lay in bed, spent and satisfied. “You’re a dirty nasty slut,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.
I smiled, proud of my conquest. “And don’t you forget it.”