In the dimly lit bedroom, the soft mesh of the canopy bed cast a dark, alluring glow over the brunette’s long hair as she lay in the middle of the bed. Leila, a woman of middle eastern descent, ran her fingers through her hair, her breaths shallow as she waited for her lover to join her.
The door creaked open, and the figure of a man stepped in, closing it behind him. He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Leila’s face. She smiled, her gaze locked onto his. He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, and she responded eagerly.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking, causing her to moan softly. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He obliged, cupping them in his hands and squeezing gently.
He moved down further, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, causing her to gasp and whimper. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He continued his assault, moving down to her navel and then lower.
He spread her legs, his gaze fixated on her wet pussy. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned louder, her back arching off the bed. He licked and sucked, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in circles, causing her to moan even louder.
She was on the brink of orgasm when he stopped. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. He smiled, his fingers still on her clit. He leaned down, his lips finding hers once again. She tasted herself on his lips, causing her to moan.
