She stood before him in the dimly lit room, lace and silk barely containing her sinful sway. With each roll of hips, she stoked his primal frustration, daring surrender.
“No touching,” she purred, “until I say.”
Slowly, she revealed herself, glistening with need. He watched transfixed as she pleasured herself shamelessly. Guttural cries filled the air until her climax consumed her.
Unable to resist, he pulled her close, skin colliding with skin. Grunts and moans mingled in carnal desire as they coupled. Spent and sated, they held each other close.
As she slipped away, she whispered, “Same time next week?”
