The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The curtains were drawn, giving the space an intimate and private feel. In the center of the room stood a four-poster bed, its dark wood gleaming in the low light.
Layla, a stunningly beautiful woman with long legs, long hair, and big hips, reclined on the bed. She was wearing a tiny bikini that barely covered her ample assets. The fabric clung to her body, outlining her every curve and leaving little to the imagination.
Across the room, Hassan watched her with a hungry look in his eyes. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, but tonight was the night he would finally make his move.
He approached the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. Layla looked up at him, her dark eyes shining with curiosity and desire.
“Hello, Hassan,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
He climbed onto the bed, his body tense with anticipation. Layla reached out and ran her fingers through his short beard, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
They kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Hassan’s hands roamed over Layla’s body, caressing her curves and feeling the heat of her skin.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and making her gasp with pleasure. Layla arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Hassan’s fingers found the ties on Layla’s bikini top, untying them with a flick of his wrist. The fabric fell away, revealing her firm, round breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Layla moaned, her body writhing beneath him. Hassan took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Layla’s hands clenched in the sheets, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Hassan’s fingers trailed down Layla’s body, slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She was wet and ready for him, her body begging for more.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight muscles clench around him. Layla moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Yes, Hassan,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
