Natalie Portman’s curvaceous form lay sprawled on the velvety bed, her body a symphony of desire. She rested on her back, legs spread wantonly, inviting you to dive into the warm, wet abyss between her thighs. Her eyes, heavy with lust, gleamed with the reflection of your own passion. Her fingers danced over her swollen clit, the gentle strokes a silent symphony of need. The sight of her touching herself so intimately was enough to make you throb with anticipation. Her breath hitched, and her hips arched as she closed her eyes, imagining it was your cock filling her up, stretching her to the brink of pleasure. The room was thick with the scent of arousal, and her sighs grew louder, urging you closer. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, begging for the brushstroke of your desire. As she moaned, the walls of the room seemed to close in, trapping you both in an erotic embrace, the only escape being the climax that beckoned so sweetly.
