The Raven-Haired Seductress

In the dimly lit chamber, a woman with thick curves and a cascade of black hair down her back stood before the full-length mirror. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the soft light. She ran her hands over her generous hips, her full breasts, her wide shoulders. She was a woman who embraced her body, who reveled in her sensuality.

She turned to the side, admiring her profile. Her buttocks were round and firm, the perfect cushion for a lover’s hands. She ran her fingers over the curve of her hip, down her thigh, and back up again. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body, the weight of his desire.

She heard the door open behind her, and she turned to see him enter. He was a tall, muscular man, with dark skin and eyes that burned with desire. He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into his arms. His lips found hers, and she opened to him, their tongues dancing together.

His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped, her body responding to his touch. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

She reached down, stroking his hard length through his pants. He growled, his hands tightening on her hips. She undid his belt, sliding his pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly.

He groaned, his head falling back. She knelt before him, taking him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him.

She stood, leading him to the bed. She pushed him back, straddling him. She rubbed her wetness against his cock, teasing him. He reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, lowering herself onto him.

He filled her, stretching her. She rocked her hips, grinding against him. He thrust up, meeting her. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

She rode him, her breath coming in short gasps. He reached down, stroking her clit. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed her, his cock pulsing inside her.

She collapsed onto him, her heart pounding. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating together.

The end.

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