I take a stranger home in BOGOTA and end up fucking her without a condom

I leave a bar in Zona T with the cool Bogota night on my face. She's in the corner, short skirt, heels shining under the yellow lights, gaze piercing through me from afar. We don't know each other. It doesn't matter. I approach, offer her a coffee, she laughs and says she prefers to go straight to the point. We get into a taxi, his hands are already on my thigh, his lips on my neck, his breath smells of mint and desire. We arrive at my apartment in Chapinero, we barely close the door and it's already against the wall. He pulls down my pants with an urgency that instantly makes me hard. He sucks me with a voracity that I did not expect from a stranger, his eyes fixed on mine, his hands caressing my balls with a precision that drives me crazy.