I slipped into the dimly lit booth at the back of the club. My pulse raced as a tall stranger slid in beside me, his sharp cologne filling the air. No words—just his hand guiding mine under the table to his hard, thick, throbbing cock.
I stroked him slowly, thumb circling the slick head, while he pushed two fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them perfectly. My breath hitched. Then softer hands slid up my thigh from the other side.
“Make my husband cum, sweetie,” a woman whispered in my ear.
I grinned at her and obeyed greedily.
