Aline's auburn hair cascaded down her back, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Her ample bosom heaved heavily, the lace of her bra barely containing them. She stood before him, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability. The soft noise of her breathing filled the room. His fingers traced along the delicate edge of her thong, teasing both of them. With deliberate speed, he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently while his hand slipped inside her panties. She gasped, arching her back in response. They moved together, their bodies synchronized in this intimate dance of pleasure. He pushed her up against the wall, their hips meeting in a rhythm of need. Their lips crashed together, their moans of desire echoing off the walls. As he entered her, their eyes locked, their hearts pounding in sync.
