In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror. She was the very picture of perfection. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her face and drawing attention to her high cheekbones and full lips. Her body was toned and firm, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He watched her from the shadows, his breath catching in his throat as she ran her hands over her smooth skin. She turned to the side, admiring her perfect figure from every angle. He could see the muscles in her stomach contract as she lifted her arms, the curve of her ass as she bent over to examine her legs. She was a goddess, and he was utterly captivated.
She must have sensed his presence, because she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made his heart race. She reached up, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were even more perfect than he had imagined, with dark, rosy nipples that begged to be touched.
He couldn’t resist any longer. He stepped out of the shadows, closing the distance between them. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with desire. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her shoulder. She shivered as his breath tickled her skin, moaning softly as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. He nibbled gently, teasing her with his teeth as his hand slid down her stomach and into her panties. She was already wet, her pussy slick with desire as he slipped a finger inside her.
She gasped, her hips bucking as he stroked her. He added a second finger, fucking her slow and deep as he continued to suck and nibble on her nipples. She was moaning louder now, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she reached for his belt. She freed his cock, stroking it firmly as he continued to finger her.
He was ready, more than ready. He pulled his fingers out of her, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pushed inside her, groaning as her tight pussy closed around him. She was so warm, so wet, so perfect.
He began to move, fucking her slow and deep as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside. He quickened his pace, driving into her harder and faster as she screamed his name.
He could feel the orgasm building, could feel the pressure coiling in his balls. He reached down, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. She screamed, her pussy tightening around him as she came. He followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, as the sweat cooled on their skin. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and desire. He smiled, kissing her softly. They would do this again, and again, and again.
Because she was perfect, and he was hers. And nothing else mattered.
