He tiptoes to the bedroom, heart pounding with anticipation as he hears her soft breaths. She lies there, innocent and unaware, clad only in a thin, white cotton skirt that hugs her curves. He kneels by the bed, his hand brushing against the hem of her skirt, sending shivers down her spine. With one swift motion, he lifts her leg onto the horse-shaped bench at the edge of the bed. Her eyes flutter open, filled with surprise and fear. But as he climbs on top of her, his hardness pressing against her softness, all she feels is desire. He kisses her neck, trailing his tongue down her spine, making her arch in response. Their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, fueling each other's passion. It's an intimate dance of desire that leaves them both spent and satisfied. In that moment, nothing else matters.
