The geisha, her delicate kimono hiked up, knelt before him, eyes downcast in submission. She gingerly took his engorged stone member in her soft, warm mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him. As she bobbed her head up and down, he groaned, his fingers tangling in her silken hair. Her mouth stretched wider, taking him deeper. Their gazes finally met, and in that moment, he felt a connection that transcended the physical. It was as if she were willing him into her very soul. His hips began to buck, driving himself further into her welcoming mouth. He knew then that this wasn't just a sexual encounter - it was an exchange of emotions, a release of desire and need. He reached down to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing against her plump lower lip, still glistening with his essence As their bodies intertwined, she felt his heartbeat accelerate, matching her own, in a rhythm of desire and passion that seemed to transcend time itself.
