A Vision of Venus

In the dimly lit chamber, a woman with raven hair and a body that could only be described as sculpted perfection stood, nude, her alabaster skin glowing in the soft light. Her breasts, full and firm, were crowned with rosy nipples that stood at attention, as if begging for attention. A small, silver hoop adorned her belly button, adding a touch of allure to her already captivating form.

The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the vision before him. He was a tall, handsome figure, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His gaze raked over her body, taking in every curve and contour, before settling on her face.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper.

He closed the door behind him and took a step towards her. “Forgive me, my love. I got caught up in work.”

She smiled, her full lips curling upwards in a knowing smirk. “Well, I’ve been waiting. I hope it was worth it.”

He crossed the room in two long strides and took her face in his hands, his thumb brushing gently over her cheekbone. “You have no idea,” he murmured, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his own.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of lips and tongue. But it quickly deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. He ran his hands down her body, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe and eliciting a gasp from her lips. His hands roamed lower, down her stomach and to the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy glistening with desire.

He slipped a finger inside her, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

He curled his fingers, finding the spot inside her that made her moan louder, and began to rub. She was close, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her pussy tightening as she prepared to come.

But he wasn’t ready for her to come yet. He wanted to make this last, to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered in protest.

“Shh,” he whispered, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He knelt before her, his eyes level with her pussy. He spread her legs wider, exposing her fully to him. He leaned in and ran his tongue over her clit, and she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He licked and sucked at her clit, teasing her with his tongue, before plunging it inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him. He could feel her muscles clenching around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper inside her.

He added a finger, then a second, fucking her with his hand as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. She was moaning louder now, her hips moving in time with his hand. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his fingers.

He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside her again, and began to rub. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers, her muscles milking them as she came.

He stood up, his lips glistening with her juices, and kissed her again. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her pleasure.

He lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, her body splayed out before him like a feast. He knelt between her legs, his cock hard and ready.

He rubbed the head of his cock over her clit, teasing her, before slowly sliding it inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily.

He began to thrust, slowly at first, before picking up speed. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she urged him on. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she came again.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust harder, faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her. She cried out, her orgasm building again, and he could feel his own release building.

With one final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. She moaned, her pussy milking him as she came again.

He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding in his chest as they both struggled to catch their breath.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“You’re incredible,” he replied, his lips brushing against her ear.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the room slowly began to brighten with the first light of dawn. It had been a night to remember, a night of passion and pleasure. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that it was a night that they would never forget.

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