**Lost in Translation**

I met Claire at a café in Paris. She was trying—and failing—to order her coffee in broken French. I stepped in, translating for her, and when she laughed at her own terrible accent, I was hooked. By the end of the day, we were flirting over wine, and by nightfall, her hand was on my thigh under the table.

Back at my place, things escalated fast. We barely made it through the door before her lips were on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth, her fingers tugging at my belt. I pulled her shirt off, cupping her tits through her bra, thumbing her nipples until she gasped. She wriggled out of her jeans, kicking them off, and I groaned at the sight of her pink lace panties, already damp between her thighs.

I spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. “Doggy style,” I growled into her ear, feeling her shiver in response. Claire arched her back, pressing her ass against my hard cock still trapped in my pants. I hooked my fingers into her panties, peeling them down her thighs, exposing her wet pussy, glistening under the dim light.

She reached back, spreading herself for me. “Fuck me,” she breathed.

I didn’t waste time. I unzipped, my cock springing free, already leaking. I pressed the head against her slick folds, rubbing up and down, teasing her clit before sinking into her with one hard thrust. She cried out, her cunt clenching around me, hot and tight. I gripped her hips, pulling her back as I fucked into her, my balls slapping against her.

The sounds were filthy—wet slaps of skin, her moans rising with every snap of my hips. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” she panted, pushing her ass back to meet me. I reached around, thumbing her clit in rough circles as I pounded into her. Her pussy gripped me tighter, her whole body trembling. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered.

I fucked her harder, driving deep, feeling her walls flutter around my cock as she came with a cry. Her cunt pulsed, milking me, and I couldn’t hold back. With a grunt, I buried myself to the hilt, shooting thick ropes of cum inside her. She collapsed forward, panting, while I stayed buried in her, both of us trembling.

Claire looked back at me, smirking. “Guess we don’t need French to understand *that*.”