She watched him from across the room a silent invitation hanging in the air.
Her curves were a distraction a temptation too strong to ignore. 
The night was young and full of wicked possibilities. 
His touch was electric a spark that promised an inferno. 
She was his lost in his embrace. 
Every gasp every sigh echoing through the night. 
He drove deeper possessing her very essence. 
Her body arched begging for more. 
His lips found hers a kiss that stole her breath. 
The tension built a delicious torment. 
She felt him explode inside her a molten wave of pure bliss. 
Then silence only their heavy breathing. 
She lay in his arms a smile playing on her lips. 
He traced the curves of her body his fingers lingering on her skin. 
The morning light broke painting their bodies in soft hues. 
Their bodies were still entwined a tangle of limbs and passion. 
She stretched lazily a purr escaping her lips. 
He watched her a primal urge to claim her once more. 
Their story was just beginning a rule 34 fantasy brought to life. 
