In a dimly lit room, the air thick with desire, she lay there, waiting, her cunt wet and yearning for the touch of his cock. He stood over her, towering above, his massive erection jutting out like a weapon, ready to conquer. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as they stared into each other's eyes, a silent communication of passion and lust.
Slowly, he leaned down, his hard length tracing along her soft mounds before settling between them. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, aching for attention. Without hesitation, he reached up and took one into his mouth, sucking it gently as she moaned with pleasure. She arched her back in response, pushing her swollen clit against the fabric of her panties.
He pulled away, a grin playing on his lips. "You're wet for me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Let's see how wet." He slid one finger into her, feeling the walls of her cunt clench around it. "So fucking wet," he muttered, sliding another in and out rhythmically. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm, her pussy throbbing with each thrust.
He stood up again, removing his shirt in one swift motion. His muscles flexed under his skin as he revealed his toned chest. She watched him intently as he stepped out of his pants, revealing his impressive length. Her eyes widened, taking it all in - the veins running down the shaft, the curve at the tip that promised pleasure beyond belief.
Without another word, he positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed forward. The head of his cock slipped into her cunt easily, but as he tried to enter further, she tensed up. "Relax," he whispered softly. "I'll go slow."
With a deep breath, she relaxed her body, allowing him to slide in deeper. The feeling was indescribable - raw and primal, like nothing else she had ever experienced before. He paused for a moment, allowing her time to adjust before starting his rhythmic thrusts.
He began slowly at first, each stroke sending shivers down her spine. As he picked up speed, so did the intensity of their connection. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, echoing off the walls like a symphony of desire.
The pace increased, both of them driven by their growing need for release. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as if he were her only source of stability in this world of raw emotion and unbridled passion.
As they continued, she could feel herself nearing the edge. Her body trembled, every nerve ending on fire. With a final push, he buried himself deep inside her, setting off a chain reaction that left them both gasping for air.
He collapsed onto her, panting heavily as the intensity of their passion subsided. They lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. It was raw, primal, and incredibly satisfying - a thrilling exploration of the forbidden pleasure that lies within the missionary position.