In the heart of the city, in a dimly lit bar, a woman named Venus sat alone in a corner booth. She was stunningly beautiful, with long raven hair, full red lips, and a body that was the epitome of perfection. Her hips were full and round, and her curves were accentuated by the tight red dress she wore.
She had been watching him all night, a man sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and lost in thought. He was handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She could tell he was troubled, and she felt a strong desire to comfort him.
She stood up and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively with every step. She leaned against the bar next to him and ordered a drink.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice like honey.
He looked at her, surprised, but then he smiled. “Not at all,” he said.
They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. She learned that his name was Lucian, and that he was a successful businessman who had recently gone through a difficult divorce. She listened intently, offering comfort and understanding.
As the night wore on, the chemistry between them grew stronger. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she knew that he wanted her. She leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned with pleasure. She reached down, running her fingers over his erection.
They stumbled back to his apartment, their hands all over each other. As soon as they were inside, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. She reached down, freeing his cock from his pants. She stroked it gently, her fingers slick with saliva.
He moaned, his hands gripping her hips. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and she knew that he was ready. She turned around, her back facing him. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
