The Passion of the Pixie

In the dimly lit room, a woman with a lipstick-kissed pixie cut sat on the edge of the bed. She was a vision of seduction, her short hair framing her face in a way that accentuated her high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. Her name was Avery, and she was a woman who knew what she wanted.

Across the room, a man named Carter stood, his eyes locked on Avery’s. He was a tall, muscular man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was captivated by Avery, and he could feel the heat building between them.

Avery stood and slowly walked towards Carter, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped just inches from him, their eyes locked, and then she reached up and pulled him towards her, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss.

Carter’s hands roamed over Avery’s body, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Avery moaned as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks through the fabric of her shirt.

With a flick of her wrist, Avery undid the buttons of her shirt, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy bra. Carter’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, and he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Avery gasped as Carter’s tongue swirled around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as he teased and tantalized her.

Carter’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Avery’s hips and then sliding down to cup her ass. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer, and Avery could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her.

With a wicked smile, Avery reached down and undid Carter’s pants, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly as he groaned with pleasure.

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