The silent night

In the dim glow of the bedroom, a young woman lies facedown on her stomach, her dark hair cascading over the pillow. She wears a disheveled loose lingerie set with black transparent seamless pantyhose, her legs and arms relaxed, completely unaware of the turmoil outside her door. The room is filled with the scent of alcohol and the faint sound of muffled sobs echoes from somewhere down the hall. A man’s voice growls as he approaches, his eyes fixed on the tempting curves of her body, still caught in the throes of a drunken slumber. He steps closer, his intentions clear, as the woman’s defenseless state only fuels his desire. With a swift motion, he releases himself onto her, the evidence of his passion pooling where it matters most, leaving her used and worn out, yet still asleep.