Inside a luxuriously decorated room, a handsome young man sat on a red sofa, his crimson eyes fixed intently on the beautiful, mature woman kneeling between his legs.
The woman had blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting with the deep scarlet of her gown.
As she knelt before him, the delicate fabric of her dress strained against her voluptuous curves, seeming on the verge of tearing at any moment.
Her skin was milky white, her breasts full and motherly, and her waist so slim it could be easily wrapped with one hand.
She slowly moved her hands, fingers grazing along the young man's thighs as she began to remove his pants.
Soon, she unfastened the button and lowered the zipper.
A mischievous grin played across her red lips as she pulled the fabric down. In one swift motion, she freed him from his clothes.
