Alexander's hands trembled slightly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Anna's trousers, his drunken desire clouding his judgment. Slowly, he slid them down her legs, revealing her delicate, creamy skin. His gaze roamed over her trembling form, taking in every curve and dip, his breath hitching as raw hunger overtook him.
Standing up, he began peeling off his own clothes. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his trousers and boxers. When he turned back to Anna, her eyes widened in shock, darting down to the prominent erection standing proudly before her.
Alexander smirked at her reaction, though his voice was low and thick with lust. "What's wrong, Anna? Never seen a man like this before?"