Engaged and Wild Last Night

We were so drunk last night, my fiancé and I. Everything felt electric as we stumbled into our room, clothes flying everywhere. His hands on me, touching every inch he could, fingers slipping under the hem of my dress, down to where I needed him most. I pulled his pants down in a rush, guiding him inside with hungry urgency. Every thrust was rough and relentless, matching the intensity in both our eyes. We were out of control, but that’s what made it so perfect. The passion spilled over into desperate gasps and moans, each touch igniting something deeper than just desire.