In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the lone table lamp. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her olive skin glowed with a soft sheen, and her curves were generous and inviting. She was a woman of substance, with a thick waist that flared out into luscious hips, and a round, firm bottom that begged to be touched.
The door creaked open slowly, and a man entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the striking figure before him. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He closed the door behind him, and approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.
She did not turn to face him, but instead remained still, her breathing deep and even. He could see the goosebumps rising on her arms, and he knew that she was aware of his presence. He stepped closer, close enough to reach out and touch her, but he held back, savoring the moment.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. She shivered at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, and she moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access.
His hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples. She gasped at the contact, her body trembling with need. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting gently, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands.
He continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. He traced the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the swell of her ass. She was a masterpiece, a work of art, and he was in awe of her.
He knelt behind her, his lips brushing against the curve of her ass. He nipped at her flesh, leaving a trail of bite marks in his wake. She moaned, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He spread her cheeks apart, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was wet and ready for him, and he savored the taste of her. He licked and probed, his tongue delving deeper with every stroke. She was moaning loudly now, her body writhing with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He positioned himself behind her, his tip nudging at her entrance. She pushed back, impaling herself on him. He gasped at the sensation, her tight warmth surrounding him. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with long, deep strokes.
She was moaning loudly now, her voice a constant stream of pleasure. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and circled, adding to her pleasure. She was close, he could feel it. He increased his pace, driving deeper and harder into her.
She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He felt her muscles clench around him, milking him. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a final thrust, he came, filling her with his seed.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out of her, and she turned to face him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. They didn’t need words, their bodies had spoken for them.
They dressed silently, their bodies still humming with pleasure. As he left, he looked back one last time, taking in the sight of her. She was a goddess, a sexual being beyond compare. And he knew that he would never forget her.
