In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. Olivia, a 25-year-old brunette with luscious long hair, swayed her hips as she poured two glasses of wine. She had invited her longtime friend, Ethan, a 30-year-old man with a passion for hair, over for a casual evening.
Ethan’s gaze followed Olivia as she walked towards him, her hair cascading down her shoulders. He couldn’t help but notice the way her push-up bra accentuated her ample cleavage, barely contained by her lace lingerie.
As they sipped their wine, Olivia’s eyes locked with Ethan’s. She stood up and strutted towards him, her hips moving to a rhythm only she could hear. Olivia pushed her hair back, exposing her neck, inviting Ethan to lean in. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues entwined, and the wine glasses abandoned.
Ethan’s hands roamed Olivia’s body, feeling her soft skin beneath her lingerie. He moved to caress her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, causing Olivia to moan with pleasure.
Olivia responded by tugging at Ethan’s shirt, pulling it over his head. She trailed her fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his abs. She reached down to unbutton his pants, freeing his hard cock.
Ethan’s fingers moved to Olivia’s thong, sliding it down her legs. He knelt before her, spreading her legs apart. He leaned in and started licking her pussy, tasting her wetness. Olivia let out a sigh of pleasure as Ethan’s tongue explored her clit.
Ethan stood up, his cock at eye level with Olivia. She leaned in and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. Ethan moaned with pleasure, grabbing onto Olivia’s long hair.
Olivia leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Ethan entered her, thrusting deeply. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
As they moved together, Ethan’s hands gripped Olivia’s hips, pulling her closer. Olivia moaned, her nails digging into Ethan’s back. Ethan leaned in, whispering filthy things into Olivia’s ear.
Their bodies moved in unison, sweat dripping down their skin. Ethan’s thrusts became faster, harder. Olivia met each thrust with one of her own, their moans and sighs filling the room.
Ethan felt Olivia’s muscles tighten around his cock, signaling her impending orgasm. He increased his pace, driving deeper into her. Olivia’s moans became louder, more urgent.
“Fuck, yes!” Olivia cried out, her body shaking as she came. Ethan followed shortly after, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, catching their breath. Olivia’s head rested on Ethan’s chest, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
“That was amazing,” Olivia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan smiled, his hand still in Olivia’s hair. “Yes, it was.”
