In the dimly lit room, a woman in nothing but a lace bra and thong leaned over a man sitting on a plush armchair. She traced her finger along his jawline, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned his head back, exposing his neck to her. She took the opportunity to plant soft kisses along his throat, feeling his heartbeat quicken under her lips.
She worked her way down to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his muscular build. He let out a low moan as she reached his nipples, teasing them with her tongue and nibbling gently. She could feel his cock growing hard beneath his pants, and she smiled to herself.
She continued her descent, kissing and licking his abs, feeling his muscles tense and release under her touch. She reached the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, releasing his throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its warmth and hardness. She leaned in and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip and savoring his taste.
He let out a loud moan, his hands reaching for her hair. She took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel him getting closer to climax, his breathing becoming more labored.
Suddenly, he grabbed her head and pulled out, his cum spilling onto her face and chest. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to catch some of his load. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking at her with a mixture of awe and desire. She smiled, her lips glistening with his cum. “You liked that?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
He nodded, his breath still heavy. “Yes, very much so.”
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, and it only turned him on more. They broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other.
“I want more,” he whispered.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied, her hand reaching down to stroke his still hard cock.
