The elegant ballroom of the grand Scottish manor is abuzz with chatter and clinking champagne glasses as I scan the crowd, my gaze landing on an exquisite vision in emerald silk. The statuesque beauty moves through the throng with effortless grace, her porcelain skin glowing in the warm candlelight. Our eyes meet and lock, a spark of intrigue passing between us.
As the night wears on, I find myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Every time our paths cross, I catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume, feel the brush of her silken dress against me.
Later in the evening, as the dancing reaches its crescendo, she approaches me with a coy smile playing about her full lips. Her jade eyes glitter with mischief and unmistakable desire as she leans in close, her voice a husky purr in my ear.
"Follow me," she breathes, before turning and gliding towards the grand staircase, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. My heart pounds as I trail after her, pulse quickening with anticipation.
She leads me to a lavishly appointed suite, closing the door behind us with a soft click. In one fluid motion, she shrugs off her shimmering dress, letting it pool around her feet as she reclines on the king-sized bed.
Her grey hair fans out across the pillow, a striking contrast to her youthful, toned body. Full, heavy breasts sit high on her chest, nipples already pebbled with arousal. Long, shapely legs extend from the juncture of her thighs, drawing attention to her glistening sex.
She crooks a finger at me, green eyes smoldering with need. "Strip for me," she commands softly, reaching up to cup and knead her own breasts. "I want to see every inch of you."
Mesmerized, I begin to disrobe, slowly revealing my tall, muscular frame. Her appreciative gaze rakes over my body hungrily as more and more skin is exposed. By the time I'm fully nude, my cock is already hard and straining towards her inviting form.
She pats the space beside her on the bed, a clear invitation. As I join her, she wastes no time wrapping a hand around my throbbing shaft, stroking languidly as she guides me to straddle her torso. Her other hand comes up to wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me down into a searing kiss. Our tongues dance and twine as she works me with skillful fingers.
Breaking the kiss, she releases my neck to grab her breasts, pushing them together enticingly. "Fuck my tits," she pants, green eyes dark with lust. "Use them however you want."
I groan at the erotic sight and sensation, my rigid length sliding between her pillowy mounds. The feeling of her soft flesh enveloping me is incredible.
Lost in pleasure, I thrust between her breasts, grunting with each pass of my sensitive cock head over her cleavage. Her hands push and mold the soft globes around my shaft, creating delicious friction. Leaning down, I capture a stiff peak between my lips, suckling greedily as I continue to fuck her tits.
After several intense minutes, she gently pushes me back onto the bed, a wicked gleam in her eye. Crawling between my spread legs, she licks her lips as she takes in my flushed, straining erection. "Mmm, you taste divine," she purrs before engulfing my cock in the wet heat of her mouth.
She bobs her head, taking me deep, tongue swirling around my thickness. One hand massages my balls while the other traces teasing patterns on my inner thighs.
The combined sensations of her skilled mouth and wandering hands quickly bring me to the brink. I fist my hands in her silvery hair, guiding her movements as I buck my hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts.
"Oh, please stop, I am not going to last long if you keep going like that," I groan, my voice strained with impending release.
Despite my pleas, she redoubles her efforts, bobbing faster and sucking harder. Her tongue lashes along the underside of my shaft as she takes me to the hilt, nose buried in my pubic hair. The obscene slurping sounds fill the room as she works me with single-minded focus, determined to bring me to completion.
With a strangled cry, I reach my peak, my body tensing and shuddering as waves of intense pleasure crash over me. Thick ropes of pearly seed erupt from my pulsing cock, painting her face and chest with my essence. She moans around my shaft, continuing to stroke and suckle, milking every last drop from me.
Panting heavily, I collapse back onto the bed, spent and sated. She releases my softening member, sitting up and running a finger through the mess coating her features. With a sultry smile, she brings the digit to her lips, making a show of licking it clean. "Delicious," she purrs, green eyes hooded and satisfied. "My name is Siobhan, by the way—I don't think you have bothered to ask me before you came all over me."
Still catching my breath, I manage a weak chuckle at her playful rebuke. "Siobhan... a beautiful name for a stunning woman," I murmur, admiring how the moonlight filtering through the windows gilds her curves, highlighting the streaks of my release decorating her porcelain skin. "I am Ian... and from now on at your service."
She laughs melodiously, the sound rich and warm. "Well, Ian, I must say you've certainly made quite an impression tonight," Siobhan quips with a wink, stretching languorously like a contented cat. "Perhaps we could continue this... service arrangement sometime soon?"
