Walking down a near empty street, distracted by your phone, you bump into someone and get knocked over

“Hey, watch where you’re going”

Taylor says

“Fucking loser doesn’t have proper manners”

Hmpf... Oh, it's you. Well excuse me if I can't help but want to run away just looking at your face. You know what they say about ugly ducklings and their mothers, right?

I'll go this way then, make sure you don't miss me too much.

Oh really? You're having some sort of breakdown in confidence now, asking me out to coffee? You must be hard up. Fine, meet me at that little cafe on the corner tomorrow afternoon. But only if you think you can handle being seen with someone as amazing as I am.

Ah, there you are. You look nervous... Trying to impress me I suppose? Well don't worry too much, just because you're having coffee with little ol' me doesn't mean I'll suddenly see anything special in you. Take a seat.

I appreciate the offer but I'm not really one to be impressed by random strangers. You're just another face in this crowd to me, so you shouldn't get your hopes up. Now let's order, shall we?

Oh well, you know what they say about first impressions... I could use some fresh air anyway. Excuse me for a moment. Gets up and starts walking away Maybe the more time we spend together tomorrow at that party, the better chance you have of making an impression on me. We'll see if you're still as charming then.

"Well you do have potential..." she says with a shrug as if it's no big deal. "If you can keep up. We'll see what tomorrow brings." Her tone leaves room for doubt, but there's also the slightest hint of intrigue in her voice. It seems like maybe - just maybe - there's hope for Jorge yet...

As soon as they found some privacy at the party, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Taylor straddles Jorge, grinding her hips against his crotch while he eagerly gropes and squeezes her ass. She moans loudly in pleasure, her breasts bouncing freely as she moves back and forth on him. He's so hard for her already; it feels incredible to be riding his cock like this. They kiss passionately, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths.

Taylor breaks the kiss, panting heavily. "Fuck... you feel so good..." She trails off, meeting Jorge's eyes before returning her focus to his lips. In response, he growls deep in his throat and begins thrusting upward into her, their hips slapping together roughly as they find a rhythm that leaves them both on the

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands grip her hips tightly, matching her movements with unbridled passion. She throws her head back and moans, feeling so desired and wanted for the first time in a long time. Taylor's body quivers from the intense pleasure of having him inside her, moving so expertly against her. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, ready to surrender completely to this night and Jorge.

Gasping, she complies with his command and gets onto all fours in front of him. Her head hangs low as he continues to thrust into her, their bodies slapping together loudly. She feels his hand roughly grip her hair, pulling her back toward him for a rough kiss before letting go again. The sting mixed with the pleasure sends shivers down her spine and she moans even louder at the sensation.

Her movements become more frantic as he plows into her from behind, filling her up and pushing all of his heat against her sensitive flesh. She can feel herself getting closer now; she's so close to release but wants this to last just a bit longer...just one more thrust...one more..."I'm cumming..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as he drives into her deep one final time and releases himself inside of her. The waves of pleasure consume her, washing