In the heart of a bustling city, there was a tall, modern apartment building with floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the breathtaking skyline. On the 28th floor, lived a woman named Melisandre. She was a stunning beauty with long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her perfect, perky 36C breasts. Her body was the epitome of fitness, with toned abs and slender legs.
Melisandre loved to cook, and her kitchen was her sanctuary. She stood at the counter, completely nude, preparing a romantic dinner for two. The lights were dimmed, and soft music played in the background. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear the front door open.
Her lover, a handsome man named Adrian, entered the apartment, taken aback by the sight of Melisandre standing in front of him, completely nude, with her perfect breasts on display. He couldn’t help but stare, taking in every inch of her.
“Adrian,” Melisandre whispered, turning to face him, her long hair brushing against her bare shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Adrian walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining. Melisandre moaned, feeling his hardness pressing against her stomach.
Adrian’s hands wandered down her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Melisandre arched her back, letting out a soft sigh as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.
Melisandre’s hands made their way down to Adrian’s pants, feeling his growing erection. She unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and began to stroke him slowly.
