Make a move on Valentine

In the heat of the dance, you slip an arm around Valentine, guiding her in to you. She follows your lead, grinding up tight against you, throwing you her foxiest smile over her shoulder. You’ve sprouted a hard-on and she is fully aware of it. The two of you dance up close for the next handful of songs, your wandering hands growing more audacious, moving down her waist to cup her ass.

“The night doesn’t have to end here,” you whisper, your lips brushing up against her ear.

The music is so loud that she doesn’t hear you, but she definitely feels your lips. Val looks up at you playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“The night doesn’t have to end here,” you say, screaming ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Val asks, continuing to sway to the beat. “Where are we going?”

“Let me show you,” you say, grabbing Val’s hand.

“Bold. I like it,” she smiles.

You begin to pull her away from the dancefloor, when Ashley spots the two of you leaving.

“Whooo, let’s go Alex!” she laughs, giving you a hearty slap on the back.

You hardly have a chance to wave goodbye to her before she’s danced deeper into the churning masses, a glimpse of her outfit flashing between two men the last sight you catch of her before she’s gone for the night. It hardly bothers you. The woman on your arm is the woman you came to New York with, and the woman you came to New York for. Valentine walks out of the club with a surprising spring to her step, apparently still invigorated after hours spent dancing.

Under the constant lights of the city nightlife, she looks positively dazzling. It’s not just her dress that shines. The light spills over her face, pulling her features into long shadows and contrast, and she gives you a smoky smile before nodding towards a nearby hotel.

The hotel room holds little more than a bed and a nightstand, but that suits you just fine. You could have done without the nightstand. The receptionist down in the lobby gave you a knowing smile when you paid for the room. He knows the clientele here, especially when they come in this hour.

“I’ve caught you looking at me all night,” Val says, tugging on the collar of your shirt. “Now what shall I do with a peeping tom?”

“Oh, I’ve done far more than just look,” you reply, grabbing a handful of her ass. You hold her tight to you and grind your hips into her one last time, the faint traces of the club music still echoing in your mind’s ear.

Val laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“I noticed,” she smiles. {if Valentine > 120} “I wager you could have taken Ashley back with me, too. What a shame.” {endif}

“Shush,” you say, pressing your lips against hers, harder this time.

Your hands finally find their way beneath Val’s black dress. You greedily grope her body, pushing past the tight seams of the dress to squeeze her luscious thighs and waist. She wastes no time in returning the favor, pulling your shirt off and getting her hands on your chest. You draw one hand across her cleavage, caressing the bountiful tits exposed through her plunging neckline. Her athlete’s tits are firm yet supple, big handfuls that you can’t get enough of.

She’s busy fiddling with your pants, and you laugh and step back, undoing the belt and buttons while she strips out of her dress, giving you a teasing shimmy and another one of her trademark smile-and-winks, before she approaches your newly freed cock. She grabs your semi, sliding your member between her fingers. You groan as you close in on her, kissing the side of her neck, grasping her ass firmly. She responds by moaning your name low in your ear. Her hand squeezes your cock hard. Val spits in her hand and rubs your cock quickly, and you get hard fast, growing an inch every time she rubs her hand across your cock. In moments, you’re aching and ready to go.

“Get down on the bed,” Valentine commands, pushing you flat on your back. “I came out here tonight to get some, and Alex, you had better deliver.”

She whips out a condom from her purse and rolls it over your cock like a pro.

“Yeah? Then show me what you’ve got,” you say, sliding your fingers between Val’s folds.

She’s dripping wet. She arches her waist towards you, urging you to continue, and you finger her for a moment longer, your thumb brushing across her clit. That draws a satisfying moan from her.

Val pushes your hand away, a hunger flashing in her eye. She gets on top of you, her pussy hovering an inch above your cock, ready to go cowgirl on you. With her staring down at you like this, you resist the urge to thrust up and impale her. It takes all of your self-control to let her slide down onto you, until you’re fully embedded in her. It’s only then that you begin to thrust with your hips. Fully mounted on you, Val begins to rock back and forth, riding your cock with an intensity that surprises you. Val wasn’t kidding. This gal wants to go hard tonight.

“You’re so deep in me,” she croons. “Go faster, go faster, go faster.”

Her voice pitches up an octave higher when you’re balls deep in her, and it’s a sweet thing. You oblige her, of course, fucking your soccer teammate harder. You have no qualms about pounding her hot cunt into oblivion. Every beat of your cock lands with **** inside her. You feel her ass jiggling against you, her tits bouncing with the way she rides you. From this angle, her abs are on full display as she rides you. Valentine is a god-damned smoking hot sight.

“Give me more, come on, come on,” Val urges, picking up the pace at which she’s riding you.

“You sure you can take it?” you reply, knowing that you’ve got more in the tank for her.

“Yes, yes, yes, give it to me!” she cries out as you slam harder into her.

Val switches to grinding against you, pressing her clit against you as she rides, and the change in motion switches up the sensations. Suddenly, it’s no longer you doing the pounding, but her in charge, fully focused on fucking herself on your pole. You grab her waist, helping her along, and she bends over in pleasure.

“Good, yes, yes, just like that!” she says, pressing herself tight against you. The friction is good, your cock still nestled deep inside of her, and you feel her heat washing against you.

“Fuck yeah,” you moan as she pushes harder, until suddenly, you feel her legs lock tight against you.

“FUCK, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, ALEX,” Val screams, clutching your chest as she begins to cum, her whole body shaking against yours. You hold her tight while she rides her orgasm to its high. Her pussy clenches tight against you. Val keeps moaning, throwing her head back now, and you cop a feel of her ass as she does so, giving it a good squeeze. She grinds against you a little more, and then her eyes flick open, staring at you.

“Why’d you stop?” she asks, a grin spreading across her face. “I know. It must have been too much for poor little Alex.”

“Oh, I’ll make you regret saying that,” you say.

You grab her waist again, this time to lock her down on top of you, and you thrust up with all the **** you can muster. Val lets out a piercing shriek. It’s your turn to have your fun with this vixen. You bounce her body atop yours frantically, fucking her with every last drop of energy that you’ve got after this long night on the dance floor. Val struggles to keep up with your blistering pace.

“Not so talkative anymore, huh?” you pant.

Val only lets out a high moan in response. It’s no longer her riding you cowgirl. You’re the stallion and she’s playing rodeo, clutching on to you for dear life with her pussy. You spear into her again and again, probing her all of her depths, leaving her a panting mess atop of you while you fuck her.

“That’s right, fuck you ride me well,” you moan, feeling yourself tip towards the edge.

She simply holds onto you tighter, her pussy seeming to grip you tighter too. Your cock splits through her with such speed that you feel yourself losing control, your entire body focused down onto the length of your cock, the tip of your head buried deep inside of her.

“YEeeeeEess,” you shout as you begin to erupt.

Your sperm fires out in thick loads, splattering against the condom and her pussy. You keep thrusting her out of momentum more than anything, wanting to stretch out every last second of sex with this vixen while you can. Valentine happily rides you to completion while you’re busy seeing fireworks in your head, bursts of pleasure firing every which way. You groan in satisfaction, feeling the orgasm ebb away in waves, your cock beginning to soften inside of Val.

She rolls off of you and gives your ass a playful smack.

“Good going, Alex,” she smiles. “Now we’ve got to catch the 3 am bus back. Ready for class tomorrow?”

Your groan in response is only tempered by the still naked woman before you.

Valentine +30