Isabella indulges in a little fun

She tugged frantically at his pants, eventually freeing his cock. It sprang free, rock hard and throbbing.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice a deep rumble. "I need you. I need you right now."

He yanked the bottom of her dress up, leaving it bunched around her waist. She could feel his cock against her thigh, hot and heavy, its tip leaking precum. She pulled her cotton panties to the side, reaching out with the other hand to grasp the throbbing shaft.

She guided him to her entrance, both of them moaning as he sank inside her.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice a deep, guttural growl. "You're so wet."

"You make me so wet," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"Fuck," he grunted, his cock sinking deeper into her tight, wet pussy. "You feel so good."

Her fingers dug into his back, her body shuddering with pleasure as his cock stretched her, filling her completely.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her thighs squeezing around him.

He pulled back, almost leaving her, before slamming his cock deep inside her again. She cried out, her nails raking across his back.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips pumping against hers. "You're so fucking tight."

"Oh god," she moaned, her breasts bouncing as he thrust into her. "Yes, fuck me!"

"Yes," he growled, his body slamming against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. "Take it. Take my cock."

"I need it," she whimpered, her hips rocking in time to meet his thrusts. "I need it so bad."

In the dim, glittering light, Isabella could only see the outline of his mask, its face cold and unmoving even as its owner panted and gasped with pleasure. His hands grasped her waist, pulling her onto him, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over.

"God, you feel so good," she moaned, overtaken by the sheer depravity of the situation. "Oh, god, yes!"

"Yes," he hissed, his body slamming into hers. "That's it. Come for me."

She shuddered, her legs wrapping around him, her pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. She cried out, her whole body shuddering, waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her convulsing walls squeezed tightly around his cock, the friction as he pulled out each stroke sending shivers through her body. She felt like a ragdoll, limp and helpless in the grips of a feral animal.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips thrusting furiously. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum inside me," she whimpered. "Cum inside me, please."

"Yes," he gasped, his fingers digging into her skin, his cock pounding into her with growing desperation. "Yes, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

She felt his cock explode in her, his hot cum gushing out in spurts and filling her, painting her insides. She shuddered, her pussy contracting around him, milking him, taking everything he had. He remained inside her, motionless, letting his balls empty every drop deep inside her.

They lay there, panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. She could feel his cock softening, her pussy still twitching and pulsing around him.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," she sighed, her limbs heavy and languid.

"We should do this again sometime," he chuckled.

"We should," she murmured, her mind fuzzy with the afterglow, though deep in her mind she knew she would never see him again.

She had to admit, this night was proving more pleasurable than expected.

After her brief encounter, Isabella wandered back to the party once more, her body still buzzing. The man's scent clung to her, and the feel of his cock inside her was fresh in her mind. She felt looser and more relaxed, her inhibitions lowered, her mind awhirl with more possibilities of pleasure and desire.