Moonlit rapture: a dance of darkness, love, and desire

In the heart of the dark room, bathed only in moonlight rays filtering through a window, hung black curtains against black walls. The night was still, save for the soft rustle of a wedding dress. Bent forward, a woman breathed heavily, her eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of an unusual dance. On the other side, a huge, naked black brute stood, his size imposing under the glowing dust and ambient lighting cast by the moon. He moved with a brutal grace, fucking the woman doggystyle, every thrust echoing in the quiet night, until she reached her crescendo.