The Desire of the Brunette

In the stillness of the bedroom, the brunette woman lay on the bed, her long hair splayed across the pillow. She wore a tiny bikini top and bottom, the fabric barely concealing her ample assets. Her dark eyes sparkled with desire as she gazhed at the man standing before her.

He was a middle eastern man, with chiseled features and a muscular build. He wore only a white shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal his toned chest. The woman’s gaze lingered on his chest, her heart racing with anticipation.

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