Listen to this articleYolanda gazed at me, her doe eyes smoldering. Her ample breasts strained against the skintight crop top, barely contained. The sleeveless top clung desperately, outlining her curves.
Yolanda pounced as I entered, tearing at my clothes with greedy hands. “I’ve been waiting,” she purred. She tasted of cherries and whipped cream.
Fingers tangled in her chestnut curls, I kissed down her neck, lavishing attention on her breasts. Taking a nipple into my mouth, I sucked hard. Yolanda groaned, back arching. I feasted on her flesh, losing myself in her softness.
Scooping Yolanda up, I carried her to the bed. Yolanda writhed under my touch, whimpering as I explored every curve. Her skin flushed with arousal as I peeled away the top and tiny shorts.
Laying Yolanda down, I settled between creamy thighs. She was slick with want, guiding me into velvet heat. We moved together, pleasure spiking higher with each thrust.
Yolanda gripped my shoulders as I drove deeper into welcoming depths, her moans filling the room. Her inner walls clenched and shuddered around me as release claimed her. I poured into Yolanda’s luscious body, utterly lost to sensation.
Yolanda traced lazy circles on my chest, gazing at me with a satisfied smile. “My insatiable lover, take me again?”
Grinning, I rolled Yolanda under me, intent on ravishing her sweetness over and over. My siren, I will spend eternity worshipping your curves, happily drowning in your sensual embrace. Tonight, my vixen, and always, you are mine.
