In the dimly lit bedroom, the beautiful woman sat on the edge of the bed, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. She was partially nude, her smooth skin glowing in the soft light. Her lover, a man of equal beauty, stood before her, his eyes filled with desire.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice husky with longing.
He smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. She reached up, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles through his shirt. He shivered at her touch, his cock already hard with desire.
She pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. He moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
She pulled away, her lips swollen from the kiss. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded, her voice low and seductive.
He obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He shivered under her touch, his cock growing harder by the second.
She leaned forward, her lips meeting his chest. She kissed him, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. He moaned, his hands resting on her shoulders as she explored his body with her mouth.
She moved lower, her lips trailing down his stomach. She reached his pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. He lifted his hips, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
His cock sprang free, already hard and dripping with precum. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “May I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
