Her dark, almond-shaped eyes locked onto his, she positions herself, feeling the heat radiating from his ebony pole. Slowly, she lowers herself, her wetness guiding him in. She gasps, her tightness clenching around him as she takes him inch by inch. Once fully seated, she begins to move, her hips swiveling, her body undulating in a dance as ancient as time. His hands, dark against her chocolate skin, grip her, guiding her, as they lose themselves in the primal rhythm of their lovemaking.