The devil wears nada

The sultry candlelight flickers along the contours of her naked form as she descends a staircase towards him, every step echoing through the empty mansion. She carries herself with an otherworldly grace, hips swaying in perfect rhythm. His gaze is magnetically drawn to the small triangle of shimmering black hair at the apex of her thighs, revealing she's not wearing anything. Her lips curve into a sinful smile, challenging him to resist as she teasingly trails her fingertips across his chest. The devil has never looked so alluring. No sound but their heavy breathing fills the room when she straddles him, her hot wet folds teasing the tip of his throbbing member. She leans forward, her plump pink nipples grazing his chest, and whispers,"Tell me, have you ever fantasized about being with a woman who's completely committed to your pleasure?"