Emma lay on the bed, legs spread wide open, anticipating her next visitor. She knew what was expected of her and couldn't wait to get started. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows over her bare body. The air was thick with desire as she heard footsteps approaching.
The man, Michael, walked in and his eyes met hers. He was tall and well-built, and she could feel his powerful presence as he approached the bed. He didn't say a word, but simply climbed on top of her, aligning his throbbing member with her wet entrance.
Emma arched her back, welcoming him inside. He pushed gently at first, stretching her tight channel before thrusting deeper with each passing moment. Their bodies moved in sync, creating a rhythm that was both primal and erotic. She could feel his calloused hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her with a passion that left her breathless.
