The small private theater in Miss Elizabeth's sprawling mansion glowed with the dim light of sconces, its plush red velvet seats and ornate walls creating an intimate cocoon against the late afternoon chill outside. The projector hummed softly, casting the wild, erotic scenes of *50 Colours of Pink* across the large screen, the R-rated movie's raw energy filling the air with tension. Elizabeth straddled me, her silk gown discarded on the floor, her naked body glowing in the dim light, her big tits bouncing with every movement, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. My hands gripped her hips, my cock buried deep inside her slick pussy, the heat of her driving me wild.
On the screen, the woman rode her man, her voice raw and desperate. "Ahhh… yeahhhh… feels so good with you, Honey," she moaned, her hips grinding, the *slap, slap* of their bodies echoing through the theater, amplifying the heat in the room.
