The red room glowed under the dim red light, the air thick with the musky scent of sandalwood and the faint sweetness of candle wax, their flames flickering on a side table, casting restless shadows across the polished BDSM cross beside the bed. The black leather beneath us creaked, slick with sweat, the low hum of sultry music weaving through the room, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the beat of my and Elizabeth's heart.
"Ahhmm...ummm..Ahh..amm..."
The sound moans and catchy breathes, we passed into each other's mouth as we suck on lips in hungry and desperate need.
Elizabeth, the First Lady, lay beneath me, her black lace lingerie disheveled, her garter-style mini dress bunched around her hips, her thigh-high stockings clinging to her legs, her pussy naked open and my cock rubbed over it that made her tremble in sensation.
