As my hands slowly ascend her voluptuous body, I can feel the soft silk of her blouse gently grazing against my skin.The woman, who remains unnamed for this erotic tale, is all that matters as we move towards the stairwell of an old, dimly lit building.Her eyes glisten with desire and excitement as she kneels down before me.My hardened cock strains against the fabric of my pants, aching for the pleasure awaiting us both in this momentous act.Youre so fucking beautiful, I whisper, caressing her delicate cheek, before guiding her head towards the bulge in my trousers.The sensation of her skilled tongue and moist lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft is overwhelming its as if the universe has stopped to witness this momentary bliss.Each stroke feels like an eternal embrace, her warm wetness tantalizingly sliding against my cockhead a sensation that takes me back to the beginning of time itself.She sucks with enthusiasm, her eyes fixated on mine, as I can feel each guttural groan reverberating from within her.Her hand, adorned with long, delicate nails, massages my balls tenderly, drawing out arousal that seems to exist only for this encounter.As the rhythm builds, so does my climax.My muscles tense and pulse a mixture of exhilaration and relief courses through me as I forcefully thrust myself deeper into her oral embrace.Her moans grow louder, culminating in the crescendo of a shared release our mutual pleasure etching its way onto each others memories forever.Our eyes lock once more as we catch our breath, my erect cock now glistening from our secret act, while hers bids to match his resilience.The heat between us sizzles like a flame on the brink of extinction, its embers ready to reignite at any moment.And with that unspoken understanding, we continue upwards step by step guided only by our insatiable hunger for each other.Each stair is a promise, and each landing a testament to this secret journey of our unbridled lust.