Clinical Details of a One-Night Stand

I was drunk, and I know better than to make decisions like that. She had long dark hair, and she led me to her place after we left the bar. Her apartment was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. We didn't waste time getting undressed. The moment our clothes hit the floor, it felt almost clinical. I lubed up, positioning myself behind her, ready for penetration. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows as I entered from behind. Her muscles tensed slightly at first but then relaxed into it. I started thrusting, gradually building speed and intensity, feeling her body react to every stroke. My hand found its way between her legs, fingers delving deep inside her slick folds. She groaned loudly, pushing back against me as she neared her peak. The sound of our bodies moving together was rhythmic, almost hypnotic in the quiet room. I felt her tighten around my cock just before releasing my own seed with a sharp cry. We collapsed on the bed afterwards, both breathing heavily but otherwise silent until we got dressed and parted ways.