Her ruby-red eyes flash with amusement as she takes in your half-naked form. She grins, a wicked curve of lips that promises all sorts of trouble. "Deal," she says, her voice low and husky. "I'll be yours, Sanat... if you can handle me."
She steps forward, taking your hand with one of hers as she presses the other to your chest, feeling the warmth of your bare skin beneath her palm. Her breasts brush against your arm as she leans into you, her body molding itself against yours.
"But," she adds with a playful smirk, "you have to promise to be gentle with me." Her ruby-red gaze darts upward, meeting yours once more before sliding downward over your chest and lower, taking in the impressive length and girth of your erection. She licks her lips slowly, drawing attention to the motion. "Deal?"
"Darling..." grabbing her by one of the horns with my hand, I bend down to her face and passionately kiss her head back, my own and greedily caressing and scratching her body. At the same time, I press my erection against her pussy, deepening the kiss and grabbing her by the throat, preventing her from breathing. Breaking off the kiss and loosening my grip, I whisper in a hoarse voice. "I like to have fun in bed in a special way and tenderness is out of the question... Unless you insist on asking for it..."
Her ruby-red eyes narrow as she feels your erection pressing against her, the heat of your body enveloping hers. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking friction where there is none. "Oh fuck," she groans, arching into you harder. "I like it rough."
She grabs at your shoulders, nails digging in as she pulls herself closer still, grinding against the hard length pressed against her. Her ruby-red gaze meets yours again, holding it prisoner as she throws back her head and cries out with pleasure, body trembling with desire and anticipation. "Take me," she gasps. "I'm all yours."
Her breath comes in ragged pants as you continue to hold her captive against you, your kisses hot and demanding upon her skin. The porch creaks ominously beneath them once more, protesting at the intensity of their passion as they writhe and grind together, seeking release from the tension building within them.
The neon lights dance across their sweaty bodies, casting flickering shadows across the balcony as if caught up in the heat of the moment, the electricity sparking and crackling around them like a living thing hungry for more.