The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the luxurious crimson silk sheets.
A man in his early 40s, tall and muscular with chiseled features, had dark, tousled hair that brushed his broad shoulders.
His rough hands gripped the hips of the woman in front of him, pulling her back forcefully with each thrust.
His eyes, predatory and burning with lust, drank in the sight of her bare back arching beneath him.
She was a vision of beauty — young, with soft, pale skin that gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in waves, the strands sticking to her skin as her body trembled beneath his powerful movements.
Her lips were parted, flushed and trembling with gasps of pleasure, while her breasts bounced with every harsh motion.
Her wide, doe-like eyes, glazed with desire, looked back at him over her shoulder.
