In the heart of the mountains, a small town was nestled between the peaks. In this town lived a woman named Marianne, known for her short, fiery red hair and full lips always painted with a cherry-red lipstick. Today, she wore a low-cut top that revealed her ample cleavage.
One day, a traveler named Jack came to town. He was a tall, rugged man with a beard and piercing blue eyes. He had heard stories of the beautiful woman who lived in the mountains and was determined to meet her.
One evening, they found themselves at the local tavern, sitting across from each other. Jack couldn’t help but stare at Marianne’s cleavage, and she noticed his gaze. She smiled, running her finger along the rim of her glass, leaving a red lipstick mark.
Intrigued, Jack approached Marianne, his heart pounding. He took her hand, leading her outside to the cool mountain air. They walked along the quiet streets, their bodies drawing closer with every step.
Finally, they found themselves in an empty alleyway. Jack pulled Marianne close, his hands resting on her hips. She looked up at him, her lips parted, inviting him in. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss.
Marianne responded eagerly, her hands running through Jack’s hair. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “Take me,” she whispered, her eyes filled with desire.
Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed Marianne against the wall, his hands exploring her body. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples through the fabric of her top.
Marianne reached down, unbuttoning Jack’s pants. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his head falling back. “Fuck, Marianne,” he muttered, his hips thrusting forward.
She guided him inside her, gasping as he filled her up. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster as they both lost control.
“Yes, Jack,” Marianne cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder, fuck me harder.”
Jack obliged, pounding into her with a fierce intensity. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Finally, they both reached their peak, their moans echoing through the alleyway. Jack collapsed against Marianne, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Wow,” he breathed, his forehead resting against hers.
Marianne smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “I know,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
