I walked into the party, feeling the bass of the music thump..

I walked into the party, feeling the bass of the music thumping in my chest. The crowd was a blur of faces, some familiar, some not. I was there to let loose, to have a good time. And that's exactly what I was going to do. Then, he appeared. A man, his eyes locking onto mine from across the room. There was something about him, a magnetism that drew me in. He sauntered over, his gaze never leaving mine. No words were exchanged, none were needed. The air between us crackled with anticipation. He led me to a quieter corner, his hand resting on the small of my back. The heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of my dress, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, tilting my face up towards his. Our lips met in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring mine in a dance as old as time. His hand moved lower, cupping my breast over my dress. I could feel my nipples hardening under his touch, aching for more. He obliged, his thumb brushing over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I felt his erection pressing against me, hard and insistent. I wanted him, needed him. I sank to my knees, my hands fumbling with his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing. I wrapped my lips around the head, my tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I took him deeper, my lips sliding down his shaft. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, but I didn't care. I wanted to make him feel good, to make him lose control. I sucked and licked, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. His groans grew louder, his hips bucking against my face. Then, he pulled me up, his eyes dark with desire. He spun me around, bending me over a nearby table. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I could feel him hitting that spot inside me, the one that made my toes curl, and my eyes roll back. I moaned, my body moving in time with his. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed in slow circles, his touch sending me spiraling toward orgasm. I could feel him swelling inside me, his thrusts growing erratic. He groaned, his body tensing. Then, with a final thrust, he came. I could feel his cum filling me, hot and sticky. It sent me over the edge, my body convulsing around him as I came. We collapsed onto the table, our bodies slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. We lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal. It was a moment I would never forget, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. As we got dressed, I looked at him, a smile playing on my lips. "That was amazing," I whispered. He smiled back, his eyes shining. "The best," he agreed. And in that moment, I knew it was true. It was the best, a night to remember.