In the dimly lit corner of the city library, a man with salt and pepper hair found himself entranced by a woman with fiery red curls cascading down her chest, providing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She was deeply engrossed in a book, oblivious to his gaze.
He approached her, his eyes locked onto her ample bosom, and asked, “What are you reading, sweetheart?”
She looked up, her emerald eyes meeting his, and replied, “It’s a rare edition of the Kama Sutra, sir. I’m a historian specializing in ancient erotic literature.”
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, their connection palpable. After a while, she suggested, “Would you like to continue this discussion in a more private setting?”
He nodded, and they left the library, heading towards his nearby apartment. Once inside, the chemistry between them ignited.
He gently brushed a curl away from her face, his fingers tracing her cheek before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together. His hands wandered down, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands.
She moaned, her hands reaching for his belt, unbuckling it with eagerness. He helped her, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, her fingers tracing the veins on its length.
Breaking their kiss, she whispered, “I want you inside me.”
He didn’t need further encouragement. He lifted her, laying her on the couch. He knelt between her legs, spreading them wide. His fingers traced her inner thighs, teasing her.
She squirmed, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against her soaking wet pussy. He parted her lips, exposing her clit. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her.
She cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place. He licked and sucked, her moans filling the room.
Satisfied that she was ready, he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked up, meeting her gaze. “Ready?” he asked.
She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails scratching his back.
He started moving, setting a steady rhythm. She met his thrusts, their bodies moving in sync. He reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples.
Her moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deeper, faster, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the occasional whisper of their names.
