007 Golden Ass - Part 3

The room was dimly lit, casting seductive shadows across the ornate gold walls. James Bond, his face flushed with passion, held Golden Ass firmly against the wall, their bodies pressed tightly together. She arched her back, moaning softly as he trailed hot kisses down her neck. With one swift movement, he pushed her black lace thong to the side and entered her with a deep, possessive growl. Her breath hitched, and she clung to him desperately, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He began to thrust slowly, his hips grinding against hers in a primal rhythm. Their eyes locked, full of desire and love, as they moved together in a dance of heat and need. Panting heavily, he slid her to the floor, spreading her legs wide. With tender fingers, he traced circles around her swollen clitoris, elic With tender fingers, he traced circles around her swollen clitoris, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips.