In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with desire. The woman, with her long, messy hair and ample cleavage, leaned back against the cool, smooth surface. Her hips, full and round, beckoned to be touched. She wore a red dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve.
Across the room, a man watched her, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He crossed the room, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.
He stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tangling in her messy hair. He pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands over her body, caressing her curves. She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her. He licked and sucked on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
She arched her back, pressing her cleavage against him. He took the hint, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them, his thumbs flicking over her hard nipples.
She moaned, her hips grinding against him. He could feel her heat through their clothes. He reached down, his hand sliding up her thigh. He slipped his fingers under her dress, finding her wet and ready for him.
He stroked her clit, making her moan louder. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him.
He added a second finger, stretching her open. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm rushing through her.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean. She watched him, her eyes glazed with desire. He reached down, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her close. He positioned his cock at her entrance, teasing her. She moaned, her hips bucking. He slammed into her, filling her up.
They moved together, their bodies slapping together. He reached up, cupping her breasts. She moaned, her head thrown back. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again.
He rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. She moaned louder, her orgasm building again. He thrust deeper, harder. She cried out, her orgasm rushing through her.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her. He moaned, his head thrown back. He collapsed against her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath. He pulled out of her, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. She moaned, her hips moving restlessly.
He reached down, helping her to her feet. She swayed, still dizzy from her orgasm. He steadied her, his arms around her waist.
They kissed again, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss. He ran his hands over her body, caressing her curves. She sighed, her head resting on his shoulder.
They broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other. They stood there for a moment, their bodies still tangled together.
He pulled away, his hands dropping to his sides. She looked up at him, her eyes soft. He smiled at her, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
They dressed in silence, their movements slow and deliberate. When they were dressed, they looked at each other one last time.
He turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the room. She watched him go, her heart heavy in her chest.
She sighed, running her fingers through her messy hair. She smiled, her fingers lingering on her cleavage. It had been a passionate encounter, one that she would not forget.
