A Night of Passion

The city lights flickered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over her naked body. She lay on the bed, her legs slightly parted, revealing the dampness between her thighs. He stood at the foot of the bed, his cock already hard and ready.

She bit her lip, watching him as he slowly stripped off his clothes. His body was lean and muscular, his cock thick and hard. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy aching for him.

He climbed onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body. He sucked on her nipples, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. She gasped, her body arching towards him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand.

He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He settled between her legs, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he sucked on her clit, his fingers fucking her pussy. Her body bucked against his mouth, her orgasm building.

He pulled back, his fingers still inside her. “I want to fuck you,” he growled.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me,” she begged.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock rubbing against her wet folds. He slid in slowly, filling her completely. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. His cock moved in and out of her, his body grinding against hers. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. He reached between them, his fingers rubbing her clit. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came.

He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his