In the still of the night, a man found himself in his bedroom, unable to sleep. His gaze wandered to the window, where the moonlight cast a soft glow on the garden below. There, he saw a figure. A woman, with long, flowing brunette hair, standing amongst the roses. Even from a distance, he could tell she was of middle eastern descent, with her olive skin and curves in all the right places. But what truly caught his attention were her huge, round breasts, barely contained by the flimsy nightgown she wore.
He watched as she stepped closer to the house, her eyes locked onto his. He knew he should be afraid, but instead, he felt a stirring in his loins. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, as if by some magnetic force.
He opened the window, and she climbed inside, her breasts heaving with each breath. “I saw you watching me,” she said, her voice sultry and seductive.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
She stepped closer, her body pressed against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew that he wanted her.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and he could taste the sweetness of her lipstick.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts.
She moaned as he touched her, her body writhing against his. He could feel her nipples harden beneath her nightgown, and he couldn’t resist the temptation. He slipped his hand inside, cupping her breast in his hand. She gasped as he squeezed, her nipple tightening even more.
He continued to kiss her, their tongues dancing together as he explored her body. He slipped his other hand under her nightgown, feeling the softness of her skin.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “Take me to the bed,” she whispered.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, her hair spread out around her like a halo.
He climbed on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her nightgown, and he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy.
She moaned as he touched her, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped his fingers inside her, feeling her tightness.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with pre-cum. He pushed inside her, feeling her tightness surround him.
He started to thrust, each stroke driving him deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He could feel her getting closer to her climax, her pussy clenching around his cock. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her body shudder beneath him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, her body trembling as she came.
He continued to thrust, his own climax building. He could feel it starting to boil over, his balls tightening.
“I’m going to cum,” he groaned.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
He thrust one last time, his cock buried deep inside her. He came, his hot seed filling her up.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“Yes, it was,” he replied, smiling.
And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they knew that this was only the beginning.
