In the dimly lit room, a woman with long, flowing hair sat on the edge of the bed. She was partially undressed, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal the swell of her breasts, her skirt hiked up to reveal a smooth thigh. Her hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of darkness.
Across the room, a man watched her, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He was dressed only in his trousers, his chest bare and muscular. His own hair was short and neat, but it was her wild tresses that held his attention.
Slowly, he crossed the room, his movements deliberate and predatory. She watched him approach, her breath hitching in her throat as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face.
“You have beautiful hair,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the length of it.
She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. He continued to explore her hair, running his fingers through it, tugging gently on the strands. She leaned into his touch, her body responding to his gentle caress.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. She met his kiss with enthusiasm, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Their kiss deepened, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt, finding her wet and ready for him. She gasped as he stroked her, her hips bucking against his hand.
He broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He licked and nibbled his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair. He continued to torment her nipples, switching between them as she writhed beneath him.
