She was on the run trying to throw off her pursuers. Just as she was about to catch a cab, she was abducted. It all happened too fast that she did not see who had stuffed a handkerchief of chloroform in her face. And the world turned black.

When she came to, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar bed wearing nothing but a satin robe and lace lingerie. She was uncomfortable and heated up. This told her one thing, she was drugged by some sort of aphrodisiac. The sound of the door opening forced her to seat up. She had her own problems to deal with and the last thing she wanted was to be sacrificed to some smelly fat old man. 

"Hey!" the sound of a man resounded when the sound of a lock followed. It was the most attractive sound she had ever heard accompanied by his groan. When she looked over, he held his head and shook it; seeming muddleheaded. Upon hearing her movement, he drove his attention to her.

His figure stood well over 6 ft. Full thick brows, straight nose, thin pink lips, sharp jawline, and dark brown hair that was trimmed on the sides but was long and thicker on top. The black suit he wore fitted his muscular frame; his tie loose yet giving a messy but hot vibe. He was unworldly. Yeah, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. No, he was a god.

He stood still, seeming mesmerized by her appearance, Amy found herself thrown in a trance by his beauty. It could be the drugs, but she found herself unable to resist such a fine specimen. It could be the pheromones. But she moved towards him, she was a staggering mess, but she moved on under his watch. 

She didn't realize when her robe became loose as she found herself tripping on it. He was quick to catch her before she hit the floor. And that was it. She pressed her lips to his and locked her hands behind his neck. She had never kissed anyone in the 23 years of her life. Despite the amateurish kiss, he responded and took the lead molding her mouth with his. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The temperature was quickly rising between the two. In the middle of the heated kiss, a thought came to her. She reluctantly broke the kiss and whispered something in his ear. He understood and quickly connected their lips again before he moved them out of the room, to the bathroom.

With a kick, he shut the door and gently let her onto her feet. Lust was evident in their eyes. The drugs were working at their best. The two kissed again. Amy could not wait any longer. Her body was burning. With a little impatience, she helped him out of his clothes only to leave him in his briefs. 

He helped her out of the robe and lingerie. Standing naked in front of him, she was not the least bit embarrassed thanks to the drugs. He removed his briefs and exposed his glory. He was hairless, with well defined muscles and when she looked down at his girth? If she was clear headed, she would be scared because of the size but now, she could only lust over it a bit more. She licked her lips subconsciously.

She didn't realize how mesmerized he was by her beauty. She stood at least at 5 ft 7/8, brown hair falling atop her shoulders, her clear blue eyes were a mesmerizing sight complimenting her perk nose and plump pink lips. Her breasts were full with dark pink erect areolas, hips round, and legs beautifully straight; she was thick in all the right places. And just like he, she was hairless and smooth.

When he saw her lusting over him, he could not wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. Took her in his arms and went into the shower. The kissing session resumed. As her legs were wrapped around his hips, he pressed her against the wall to stabilize her before he started rubbing his tip against her entrance. They both moaned at the pleasure.

With a grunt, he invaded her cave and buried himself deep. When he heard her whimper and tense, he didn't move and only kissed her while letting her adjust to his size. Only when she finally relaxed did he start to move slowly, in and out but not all the way. She was still whimpering which made him want to be a lot more gentle.

Soon, her whimpers turned into moans. She started responding to him more eagerly and he drove his rod deep into her. The sound of their moans and their skin slapping drowned the sound of the shower. He thrust in faster and deeper; enjoying how tightly her cave embraced his length giving them both nothing but pleasure. 

They had stopped kissing at some point as all they did was moan and groan. She felt the pressure build up. She scratched his back unsure of what the new sensation was yet he showed no sign of stopping. He only rammed even harder and faster until she finally had her release with a loud cry. But no, the man was nowhere near done with her. And she was not complaining.