The red room glowed with a sultry intensity under dim red light. The black leather bed creaked beneath us, slick with sweat. A low, pulsing music filled the space, its rhythm driving the wild heat between us. Elizabeth, the First Lady, lay sprawled on her back, naked except for her thigh-high stockings, I lay on her body, in between of her legs, my dick hard.
Elizabeth and I kissed fiercely, our lips locked in a hungry dance, tongues battling, her hands pulling at my hair, her breath hot against my mouth. "Ahh… yeahh…" she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as I broke the kiss and moved lower.
My lips found her neck, where I smooched and went down her big soft mounts. My lips on her nipples, kissing each one, my tongue swirling over the hard peaks, tasting the salt of her sweat.
"Ahmm.." Her chest heaved, her moans soft.
I licked down her stomach, my tongue tracing the smooth curve, her skin warm, trembling under my touch.
