In the dimly lit room, a woman sat at her vanity, her fingers tracing the lacy fabric of her lipstick-red lingerie. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders in wild, untamed waves, a stark contrast to the delicate lace that barely covered her ample breasts. She was partially nude, her toned stomach and curves on display, a seductive vision of desire.
A knock on the door startled her, and she called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” a deep voice replied.
She rose from her chair, her body moving with a grace and confidence that came from years of experience. She crossed the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and opened the door.
Standing before her was a man, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over her body. He was dressed in a suit, his tie loosened and his hair disheveled. He looked like he had just come from a long day at work, and she knew that he needed release.
She stepped aside, inviting him in with a nod of her head. He entered, his eyes never leaving her as she closed the door behind him. He crossed the room, his movements predatory and deliberate, and stopped just inches from her.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the lace of her lingerie. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat as he traced a path down her body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. She responded, her body moving closer to his as she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the lace.
She moaned, her hands reaching for his belt, her fingers trembling with need. She undid his pants, her hand slipping inside and wrapping around his hard cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she stroked him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked her sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he teased her nipples with his teeth.
He knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her lace-covered pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair as he licked and sucked her clit.
He stood, his hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her onto the vanity. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he entered her in one swift thrust. She moaned, her head falling back as he began to fuck her, hard and fast.
The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their moans and gasps of pleasure echoing off the walls. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
She came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. She looked at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction as she traced her fingers over his chest.
“Again?” she asked, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips.
He grinned, his eyes dark with desire.
“Always,” he replied.
