The neon glare of Las Vegas hit different after midnight, but inside Adult World the air was thick with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of leather and lube. I wandered the aisles, half-lost between racks of DVDs and silicone toys, when I spotted her. She stood tall in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, flipping through a graphic novel with a smirk. Her dark hair fell in waves, and when she glanced up, her eyes locked on mine like she’d been waiting for the punchline to a joke only we knew.
“Looking for something specific, or just browsing the classics?” she asked, voice smooth as sin. I chuckled, stepping closer. “Depends. You recommend the one with the plot or the one where everyone just gets straight to it?” She laughed, sharp and unapologetic. “Plot’s overrated when the action’s this good. Name’s Jade. You?” I told her mine, and the tension crackled instantly. We traded barbs about Vegas tourists and the absurdity of the store’s “romance” section, her wit matching mine blow for blow. She wasn’t shy, leaning in to point out a particularly ridiculous cover, her perfume mixing with the store’s musk.
Jade grabbed a vibrating toy off the shelf and twirled it. “Bet you couldn’t handle this on the lowest setting without begging.” I raised an eyebrow. “Careful, I might prove you wrong right here.” Her smile turned wicked. “Promises, promises. Follow me.” She led us past the beaded curtain to the private booths, her ass swaying with confidence. The door clicked shut, and the space felt electric. “You’re not the shy type, are you?” I asked. She pressed against me, hand sliding down. “Shy’s for amateurs. I take what I want.”
Her fingers found my cock already hard through my jeans, stroking with purpose. “Mmm, eager. Let’s see if you can keep up.” I kissed her hard, tongues clashing in a battle of wills. She shoved me back onto the narrow bench, dropping to her knees with a grin. “My turn first.” Jade unzipped me, freeing my throbbing length, and wrapped her lips around it in a slow, teasing blowjob that had me gripping the walls. She worked me deep, tongue swirling, while her eyes dared me to lose control. The wet sounds filled the booth as she took me further, saliva dripping down her chin.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I panted, sweating already in the cramped heat. She pulled off with a pop, standing to peel off her dress. No bra, just perfect breasts and a soaked thong she slid aside. “Your turn to worship.” I pulled her close, fingers finding her dripping pussy, rubbing her clit until she moaned. Jade climbed onto my lap, guiding my cock into her tight heat with a gasp. She rode me hard, hips grinding, ass bouncing as she set the pace. “Deeper—yes, like that,” she commanded, strong thighs flexing. We moved together, her walls clenching around me, both of us panting and slick with sweat.
She leaned back, letting me thrust up into her while her fingers circled her clit. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she warned with a laugh. I flipped us, pinning her against the wall—not dominating, but matching her fire. She wrapped her legs around me, nails raking my back. “Harder, Vegas boy. Make it count.” Our bodies slammed together, her pussy gripping me wet and hot, until she came first with a sharp cry, pulsing around my cock. I followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her with a groan, cum mixing as we trembled.
We caught our breath in the dim light, her body still pressed to mine, both glistening. Jade straightened her dress with a satisfied smirk. “Not bad for a first round. But Vegas nights are long, and I’ve got plans that’ll make this booth seem tame.” She winked, slipping out the door. The store’s lights buzzed on as I followed, already hooked.
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