In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She was a perfect specimen of femininity. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her face and highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with mischief and desire. Her body was a work of art – toned and firm, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. She was the embodiment of every man’s fantasy.
She turned to the side, running her hands over her flat stomach and hips, down to the curve of her ass. She was naked, save for a pair of black stiletto heels that added an extra few inches to her already impressive height. She felt powerful, desired, and completely in control.
She heard the door open behind her and turned to see him enter the room. He was a tall, handsome man, with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a tailored suit, the fabric stretching tight across his broad shoulders and muscular chest. She could see the outline of his cock through the fabric, already hard and ready for her.
He walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, running his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She shivered with anticipation, her nipples hardening into tight peaks.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inside. He tasted of whiskey and desire, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts against his chest. He continued his descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place. He switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing now, her hips grinding against his.
He slid his hand down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and between her legs. She was wet, her pussy slick with desire. He slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his finger.
He added a second finger, stretching her open. She was panting now, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He curled his fingers, rubbing against her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
He continued to finger her, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop. He smiled, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. She tasted sweet, like honey and desire.
He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock, hard and hot against her pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, making her moan.
He slowly lowered her onto his cock, inch by inch, until she was fully seated. She gasped, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
He reached between them, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. She was moaning now, her orgasm building again. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster and faster. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. She collapsed against him, her breathing ragged and uneven.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a long moment, neither one wanting to break the spell. But eventually, they had to. He withdrew from her, his cock already softening. She missed him already.
They got dressed, their movements slow and languid. She watched as he left the room, her heart aching at the sight of him. She knew she would never see him again, but that was okay. She had her memories, and that was enough.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on her perfect body. She was beautiful, desirable, and completely in control. And that was all that mattered.
The end.
