The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the sultry whispers of two lovers engaged in a seductive dance. Sarah, a stunning brunette with delicate hands, was perched on top of a large leather chair, her body arched seductively in anticipation. Her partner, a mysterious figure clad in an elegant black mask, stood before her, his hands gently tracing the contours of her supple flesh.
"Do you like what you see?" he whispered huskily, his voice thick with desire.
Sarah nodded eagerly, her plump lips parted in invitation.
"Then tell me," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Tell me what turns you on about your dirty little cuckold fetish."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she recovered quickly,sensing this was part of their foreplay. "The thought of you with someone else, being pleasured by them while I'm left longing and jealous," she whispered, her heart racing.
