Crazy Firework Orgasm Electrifies Every Inch of My Body

Last Friday night, I was heartbroken and alone.

My wife recently passed away; we were only together for four years. She was only a couple years older than me. Even though it’s been a year since her passing, I still haven’t been able to move on. Last Friday night was her 31st birthday; I honored it by sitting around reminiscing about her. I miss everything about her and the sex we would have. Day after day, she would bring me to a crazy firework orgasm. She knew exactly how to work her magic on me; she was my body’s dom.

After about a pint of ice cream and a bottle of champagne, I thought she wouldn’t want me here sulking over her. Therefore, I dressed up the way I used to, brushed a dark shadow over my eyelids, and a dark ruby lip stain highlighted my pout. It’s not like I was trying to meet anyone that night. But, I did want to look nice in honor of my deceased wife and myself. I swear I reached for the radio to play some motivating songs that would help me get out of the house.

Enough sulking, it’s time to venture out

Finally, I straightened my waist-length dark brown hair and slipped into a jolly rancher blue-colored mini dress. Reaching for my body oil, I poured about half a cup into the cup of my hand and began rubbing it into my legs, chest, and shoulders, all the areas my sexy little blue dress showed off. Before reaching for my heels, I had to take out my magic-wand vibrator, hoping to reach a crazy firework orgasm. I was exceptionally horny; I came in about 10 minutes, but it wasn’t that spectacular.

At least I was now relaxed and ready to leave. I arrived at this local nightclub; seeing both women and men gawk at me felt pretty good. But, honestly, I needed to get out; I needed this. So, as I’m not ready to dance, I head to the bar and ask for whiskey on the rocks. About three drinks later, a beautiful tall, gorgeous female with a little round ass and dark pure skin like 100% Cocoa Chocolate sat next to me. She leaned in; I fixated on her beautiful thick lips as they asked, “would you like to accompany me to my booth in the VIP section?”

A magical black goddess gives me a crazy firework orgasm

She left her hand out so I could grab it and follow behind her. At this point, I felt perfect, a bit tipsy, but not drunk enough to act stupid. Those beautiful honey-colored slanted eyes gazed back at me as she led me to her booth. White flowing curtains covered the area; she turned towards me, placed a joint in my mouth, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me in. “You captured my attention as soon as you walked in.” My heart began to race, and she lowered herself beneath my dress. She smirked when she realized I had no panties on.

I took a hit of my joint, blew out and bit my bottom lip as I felt her thick pout begin to make out with my pussy lips. As I stare up at the flashing neon strobe lights, I look towards the bottom side of the club with a half-tipsy gaze watching the people move to the beat of the music. At this moment, I felt surreal. I gripped onto her kinky long hair, those honey eyes stared into my soul, and before I knew it, she gave me a crazy firework orgasm I’d had in a while. Slowly, she un-clenched her lips from my pussy. Then, she stood up, licked her lips off, pulled a pen out, and wrote her number down on my hand. “Call me.” and simply walked away.

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