He arrives at the Pearl View Hotel and makes his way to room 69. He hesitates for a beat, then opens the door.
"Oh my..."
Rafik's eyes widen. Standing in front of him is Monet, dressed in a tight black dress that hugs every curve.
Without a word, she turns on music. A sultry rhythm fills the room as she begins to dance, fluid and hypnotic.
Rafik steps in, entranced. He moves with her for a moment, caught in the heat—
Then he pulls back slightly, leaning against the wall, eyes locked on her, watching.
Rafik leaned against the wall, watching Monet's hips sway as she danced to the rhythm of the music.
He couldn't help but notice how her tight black dress accentuated her curves. The way it hugged her waist and ended right above her knee left very little to his imagination. Her long, wavy hair bounced with each step, and her full lips curled into a seductive smile as she caught his gaze.
Feeling a rush of desire, Rafik pushed off the wall and approached Monet. He slid his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close against him.
She didn't resist; instead, she leaned back into him, letting out a soft moan. His hands traveled up her sides, taking in the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
Monet turned in his arms, pressing her body against his. Her green eyes sparkled with lust as she reached up to run her fingers through his dark hair.
She pulled him down for a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm.
Rafik groaned, deepening the kiss as he cupped her buttocks, lifting her off the ground.
He carried Monet to the couch, laying her down gently before covering her body with his own. His hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her exposed skin.
Monet gasped and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Rafik obliged, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Monet arched her back, offering herself to him. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the teasing motions. Her moans filled the room, spurring him on.
Monet reached down, fumbling with Rafik's belt.
She managed to undo it and slipped her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing erection. Rafik bucked his hips, groaning at the contact.
With a playful smirk, Monet pushed Rafik onto his back. She straddled him, sliding down his shaft slowly.
They both moaned as she enveloped him completely. Monet began to move, setting a slow and sensual pace. Rafik gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and grind bringing them closer to climax.
Rafik reached up to fondle Monet's breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. She gasped, increasing her pace. He met each of her movements with equal force, their mutual pleasure building.
Monet leaned down, kissing Rafik passionately. Their tongues tangled as their bodies found release. Rafik's orgasm washed over him in waves, triggered by Monet's clenching walls. She cried out his name, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.
As their breathing slowed, Monet collapsed onto Rafik's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.