Without a name or face, she becomes a fantasy come to life. She starts slow, her tongue tracing the veins, her breath hot and ragged. Her hair cascades down, a curtain of secrecy as she takes him deeper, her throat muscles constricting around him. She moans, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Her nameless, faceless existence only adds to the taboo, making each thrust into her mouth more intoxicating than the last.