A stranger's eyes scan the room, settling on a brunette, her name a mystery, her body a temptation. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. She looks up, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "Does it matter?" she counters, her hand never pausing its rhythm on her clit. He smirks, moving closer, "Not really. But I want to know what to call out when I make you come." She shivers at his words, her pussy pulsing with need. As he joins her on the bed, she decides she doesn't care about names, only the feel of his cock inside her, claiming her, making her his.