"Ahhh...yeahh...umm..more...yeahhuhh.."
"Arghh...huhhh..ahhh.."
The moans erupted softly in the early morning light, its crimson walls catching the golden rays of the sun filtering through the open window.
The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of sandalwood and the lingering musk of our night-long passion. The black leather bed creaked beneath us as we fucked over it..
"Ahhh..more...ahhh...Ezra.."
Its surface slick with sweat, the black sheet tangled at our feet. Elizabeth, the First Lady, straddled me, her naked body hot as hell in front of me, her black hair with golden highlights bouncing with each movement as ride my cock.
"Arghmm...ahh.." My body in heat, my dick rock hard hitting inside her pussy—the president's wife—made every moment filled with pleasure.
The brothel was silent, the world outside hushed, the chirping of birds a faint backdrop, the red room our private pleasure box, alive with the fire of our desire.
