Sloppy
Imagine the struggle of leaving a goddess like Fiona Frost behind as you reluctantly start your day. That's the challenge Damon Dice faces as he forces himself out of bed, leaving his temptress behind to meet the demands of his job. But Fiona isn't about to let him go that easily. With a sheer robe and a tantalizing thong, she sets the stage for a performance Damon can't resist. Who could say no to such an enticing invitation? Fiona's entrance is nothing short of captivating, and Damon's attempts to stay focused on work crumble swiftly. She drops her robe, revealing her exquisite form, and Damon is helplessly drawn in. He pulls her close, his hands exploring every sumptuous curve as if it were a dance they've rehearsed a thousand times. Their chemistry is electric, and Fiona's body responds to his touch with a symphony of shivers and sighs. Damon's hands are masterful, tracing every line of her body with precision and passion. He guides her to his lap, spreading her thighs open like a book he can't wait to read. His fingers find her sweet spot effortlessly, playing her like an instrument until she trembles with pleasure. Fiona is a performer in her own right, savoring every moment of his touch but eager to take control. She drops to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she takes him in her hands. Her mouth follows, delivering a performance that's both reverent and hungry. Damon is spellbound, completely at her mercy as she draws out his desire with every lick and suck. The room is charged with their mutual need, a stage set for a performance that neither can resist. Their passion leads them back to the bedroom, where Fiona lies back, opening herself up completely. Damon enters her with a sense of homecoming, their bodies moving in sync as if choreographed by desire itself. Fiona is an active participant, her hands exploring her own body as she rocks against him, their rhythm building to a crescendo. But Fiona isn't content to just follow his lead. She rises up, straddling him in reverse cowgirl, giving Damon a view that's nothing short of breathtaking. Her every move is a dance, a display of power and pleasure that leaves him awestruck. She turns to face him, her body bouncing and swaying, her breasts tantalizingly close to his face. It's a performance that demands every ounce of his attention and admiration. Their dance continues, Fiona on her hands and knees, Damon behind her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. They change positions like scenes in a play, each one more intense than the last. Damon spoons her from behind, his body pressed against hers, their movements slow and deep. It's a finale that leaves them both breathless, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. As Damon reaches his climax, he pulls out, his release spilling onto Fiona's smooth belly. It's a grand finale, a testament to their passionate performance. Sated and content, Fiona finally lets him go, a smile playing on her lips as she watches him prepare to leave. After all, there's always tomorrow's performance to look forward to. Who needs work when you have a stage like this?
