Upon entering, my red dress clung to my figure, heels whispering secrets as my gaze never left your bare form sprawled before me. My silence said it all; the dress slithered off, baring slick flesh, firm breasts, and a physique yearning to meld with yours. Sliding atop you, our bodies merged, curves undulating against your heat. Every move, every gasp, my nipples grazing your chest. Finding your throbbing length, I coated it in oil, stroking languidly, relishing each twitch beneath me. Then enveloping you whole, my lips worshipped, teased, and bathed you until you bucked beneath my oral ministrations. Transitioning to cowgirl, our gazes locked; reversing, I impaled myself, grinding fervently as you groaned in delight. As ecstasy neared, I slowed, gripping tighter, guiding you through the final moments: Three... Two... One... Your release exploded onto my waiting hand, muscles spasming, breath hitching. An unforgettable... massage.