Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a dimly lit room, a woman stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed in the soft glow of the window. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her smooth, tan skin glowed in the moonlight. She was nude, her body a work of art, every curve and line perfect. He stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of her. His heart raced as he watched her, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He had wanted