In the dimly lit room, a man and a woman sat on the edge of the bed, their bodies tense with anticipation. The woman, Marianne, was a statuesque beauty with fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and a curvaceous figure that could make any man’s head spin. She was 25 years old, with a confidence that belied her age. The man, Henry, was a ruggedly handsome man in his early thirties, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that could melt any woman’s heart.
They had met at a bar the previous night and had hit it off immediately. After a few drinks and some flirtatious banter, they had retired to Henry’s apartment, where they now sat on the edge of the bed, their bodies close but not touching.
Henry reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Marianne’s face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Marianne smiled, her green eyes sparkling with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her hand reaching out to trace the outline of Henry’s muscular chest.
Henry leaned in, his lips meeting Marianne’s in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
Henry’s hand drifted down to Marianne’s thigh, his fingers tracing a path up her leg, lingering on the soft skin of her inner thigh. Marianne moaned softly, her body arching towards him as his fingers found her wet and ready.
Henry broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Marianne’s neck, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe. “You want me, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of desire.
Marianne nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, I want you,” she replied, her hands reaching down to undo Henry’s pants.
Henry stood up, his pants falling to the ground as Marianne’s eyes widened at the sight of his rock-hard cock. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she began to stroke him gently.
Henry moaned, his head falling back as Marianne’s hand worked its magic. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet and ready, sliding easily inside her as she moaned with pleasure.
Henry pulled Marianne to the edge of the bed, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Marianne nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
Henry thrust inside her, his cock filling her completely as she cried out with pleasure. He began to move, his hips pistoning as he fucked her hard and deep.
Marianne’s legs wrapped around Henry’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she moaned with pleasure. She could feel the familiar tension building inside her, her orgasm just out of reach.
Henry reached down, his fingers finding Marianne’s clit, rubbing gently as she cried out with pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard around Henry’s cock.
Henry continued to thrust, his hips moving faster and harder as he chased his own release. He could feel it building inside him, his balls tightening as he approached the edge.
With one final thrust, Henry came, his hot cum filling Marianne’s pussy as she moaned with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent as they lay there, their bodies entwined.
As they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, Henry couldn’t help but think that this was the beginning of something special. He smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of Marianne’s face as she looked up at him with a satisfied smile.
The end.
