The Ginger Goddess

In the dimly lit room, a woman with fiery red hair and an impossible physique stood naked before him. Her curves were perfect, each one more inviting than the last. Her breasts were full and firm, tipped with rosy nipples that begged to be touched. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

She smiled slyly, knowing the effect she had on him. She stepped closer, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out a hand, tracing a finger down his chest. He shivered at her touch.

“Do you like what you see?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

He nodded, unable to find his voice. She laughed softly, the sound making his heart race. She pressed herself against him, her curves fitting perfectly against his hard body.

Her lips found his, and she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. He moaned, his hands finding her hips, pulling her closer. She ground herself against him, her wetness soaking through his pants.

She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her hands roaming over his chest. She flicked her tongue against his nipples, causing him to gasp. She smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

She dropped to her knees, her hands working at his belt. She freed his cock, her eyes wide with desire. She licked her lips, looking up at him through her lashes.

“May I?” she asked, her voice husky with need.

He nodded, unable to speak. She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. She sucked, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hands finding her hair.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He pulled her off of him, his cock glistening with her saliva.

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