In the dimly lit room, the scent of musk and arousal hung heavy in the air. The only source of light was a single candle, casting flickering shadows upon the walls.
Layla, a woman of darker skin, with curves that could make any man’s heart race, lay on the bed, her hair sprawled out like a halo around her head. She was a vision of temptation, dressed in a silky red robe that barely covered her ample assets.
Across the room stood Zane, a man with hair as dark as the night sky, his eyes filled with desire as he gazed upon Layla. He approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, his movements graceful and deliberate.
As he reached the bed, he gently removed Layla’s robe, revealing her naked body in all its glory. He couldn’t help but admire her full breasts, her dark nipples already hard with anticipation.
