She sinks to her knees, taking him into her mouth

The woman's sultry smile never wavered. She continued to maintain eye contact with John, her words dripping with lust. "You know," she purred, her voice like honey, "I'm really good at using my mouth for more than just talking."

John's breath hitched, his heart pounding as her words ignited a fire of anticipation within him. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Guilt momentarily gnawed at him as he couldn't help but think of Jane. What they were doing was wrong, an act of betrayal that weighed heavily on his conscience.

But the woman's seductive charm was undeniable, and he found himself unable to resist her advances. As she leaned in closer, the dim light of the steam room casting enticing shadows on her features, his inner struggle intensified.

With tantalising slowness, the woman sunk to her knees between his legs. She instantly took him into her mouth, her tongue teasing and exploring every inch of his pulsating shaft. His physical desires battled with the emotional turmoil within him. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to push away the guilt, as her lips, warm and velvety, formed a tight seal around him, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body.

Her lips moved with expertise, each motion designed to drive him wild with desire. John's fingers clenched and unclenched as he struggled to maintain his composure. The woman's head bobbed rhythmically, and he surrendered to the sensations, his hips involuntarily responding to the exquisite pleasure she was bestowing upon him.

The heat of the steam room seemed to intensify, cocooning them in a world where nothing else existed but their shared desire. John's moans of pleasure echoed in the steam-filled room, a symphony of passion that mingled with her sultry purrs.

As he lost himself in the sensations, his emotional turmoil ebbed for a moment, replaced by overwhelming physical pleasure. In that moment, he allowed himself to succumb to the motions, his body trembling with ecstasy.