Cristina, a woman of the night, opens her door to a man seeking refuge in her warm embrace. He's a stranger, but Cristina doesn't mind, she thrives on the unknown. She leads him to her plush couch, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She undresses slowly, her body a work of art, before straddling him. She grinds on him, her wetness seeping through his pants. She unzips him, freeing his erection, and guides him inside her. She rides him hard, her nails digging into his shoulders, her mouth inches from his, whispering dirty promises.