In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella sat on a plush velvet couch. She was dressed in a low-cut red dress that accentuated her ample cleavage. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief.
Across the room, a man named Jack watched her from behind a glass of whiskey. He couldn’t take his eyes off her cleavage, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.
Isabella noticed Jack’s gaze and smiled. She stood up and walked over to him, swaying her hips seductively. She leaned in close to him, so close that he could feel her warm breath on his ear.
“Like what you see?” she whispered, tracing her finger along the edge of her dress.
Jack swallowed hard, unable to speak. He nodded, his eyes glued to her cleavage.
