In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with desire. The woman, with her raven-black hair cascading down her bare back, stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her voluptuous figure. Her curves were generous, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon. She was a goddess, a temptress, and she knew it.
She heard the door creak open, and turned to see him enter. His eyes widened at the sight of her, taking in her naked form, her thick thighs, her round buttocks. He swallowed hard, feeling his cock stir in his pants.
“You’re late,” she purred, turning to face him fully. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief and desire.
“I’m here now,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse with longing.
She moved closer, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out, tracing a finger down his chest. “And I’m so glad you are,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her hips. She was soft, so soft, and he couldn’t resist the urge to pull her closer, to feel her body pressed against his.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. She tasted sweet, like honey and spice, and he couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. He continued his descent, licking and sucking on her breasts, causing her to moan louder.
His hand moved down, tracing a path over her stomach, down to her thighs. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She moaned as he circled her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
He knelt before her, his tongue replacing his fingers. She tasted sweet, like nectar, and he lapped at her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. He added another, curling them upwards, finding that spot that made her moan louder.
She was close, so close, and he could feel it. He quickened his pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He stood, his cock hard and ready.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He entered her in one smooth thrust, causing her to moan. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together.
He reached around, finding her clit again. He rubbed it in circles, causing her to moan louder. He could feel another orgasm building, could feel her tightening around him. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic.
She cried out as she came again, her orgasm triggering his own. He filled her, his cum warm and sticky.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, turning to face him.
He smiled, his heart still racing. “Yes, it was.”
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined. The air was still thick with desire, but for now, they were satisfied.
