In the stillness of the evening, Marianne, a woman of 25 with short, dark locks, prepared for a rendezvous. She slipped into a delicate lingerie set, the lace caressing her figure. The moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her excitement.
Marianne met Thomas, a man of 30 with a charming smile, at the lakeside. The water lapped gently at the shore, echoing the rhythm of her heart. Their eyes met, and without a word, Thomas traced a finger along the strap of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring. Thomas’s hands roamed, finding the clasp of her bra and freeing her breasts. He bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, teasing it to a hard peak. Marianne moaned, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
Thomas’s fingers found the waistband of her lingerie, slipping beneath the fabric. He stroked her gently, his touch igniting a fire within her. Marianne gasped, her back arching as she urged him on.
With a playful grin, Thomas lowered his lips to her inner thigh, his breath warm against her skin. He traced a path with his tongue, closer and closer to her center. Marianne squirmed, her breath hitching as she waited for the inevitable touch.
Thomas didn’t disappoint. His tongue darted out, tasting her. Marianne moaned, her fingers clenching in the grass beneath her. Thomas’s tongue explored, teasing and tasting, driving her wild.
Finally, Marianne couldn’t take it any longer. She pulled Thomas up, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, a heady reminder of her own pleasure.
Thomas’s fingers found her entrance, slick with desire. He teased her, sliding a finger in and out, before adding another. Marianne moaned, her hips bucking to meet his hand.
Thomas positioned himself above her, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Marianne nodded, her legs wrapping around his waist. Thomas thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their rhythm in sync with the lapping of the waves. Thomas’s thrusts grew harder, Marianne meeting him stroke for stroke. Their moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure.
Thomas’s thrusts grew erratic, his climax nearing. Marianne urged him on, her nails digging into his back. With a final thrust, Thomas came, filling her with his warmth.
They lay together, their breaths slowing. The moonlight bathed them in a soft glow, a peaceful end to their lakeside liaison.
