Generate a random smut story that's long and detailed plus include the clothes, features of the characters, etc. If soft, veiny and crap

Once upon a time in the vibrant city of New Orleans, where the jazz flowed as freely as the spicy gumbo, two souls found themselves entangled in an unexpected encounter. The sultry humidity of late summer mingled with the intoxicating scent of magnolia blossoms, creating an atmosphere charged with electricity. **Character Descriptions** **Lila** was a striking woman in her late twenties. Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, shining golden under the New Orleans sun. She had warm caramel skin that glowed with vitality. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and her full lips were often stained with the warmest shade of crimson. Tonight, she donned a fitted black sundress that accentuated her hourglass figure, cinching at the waist and flaring out just above the knee. The fabric embraced her curves, leaving little to the imagination. A delicate silver necklace lay against her collarbone, glinting with every movement. **Marcus**, on the other hand, was an enigmatic figure. In his early thirties, he had a tall, lean, yet athletic build that made him stand out in a crowd. His tousled dark hair had that effortless charm, and a few strands fell enticingly over his brow. Savvy and confident, he had deep-set emerald green eyes that seemed to pulse with life. Marcus wore a fitted white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing subtle yet toned forearms. A pair of dark jeans clung to his hips, giving an alluring glimpse of the muscle underneath, while stylish brown leather shoes completed his look. They met at a lively jazz bar, the air thick with laughter and the sultry sound of saxophones. Lila was perched on a barstool, savoring a rum cocktail, her eyes wandering around the room, until they landed on Marcus, who was leaning against the bar, engaged in a conversation with friends. She felt a magnetic pull, and before she knew it, she found herself inching closer to him. As the band took a break, Lila summoned her courage and approached Marcus. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Marcus turned, his eyes meeting hers, and he flashed a charming smile that lit up his face. "Is that so? I guess the room must have been pretty dull until you arrived." They quickly fell into an easy conversation, bantering back and forth, sharing stories over laughter and drinks. The chemistry between them was undeniable, each subtle glance and lingering touch igniting sparks that burned hotter with each passing moment. As the night unfolded, the bar turned into a cocoon where only they existed, lost in a world of music and murmurings. The atmosphere thickened, and the heat of the night pressed upon them, their breaths quickening as the urgency of their desire grew. Lila leaned closer, her hand brushing against Marcus's. Her heart raced at the warmth of his skin, the softness of his touch igniting a fire deep inside. "What do you say we get out of here?" she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting. Marcus raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Lead the way." They slipped out of the bar, the humid air enveloping them as they made their way down the dimly lit streets, the sound of jazz fading into the distance. Lila guided Marcus to her apartment, a quaint little place adorned with vintage decor and the lingering scent of vanilla candles. Once inside, the door closed behind them with a click that echoed in the quiet room. Lila turned, her heart racing as she caught Marcus's intense gaze. The tension was palpable, electric. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for a night like this," Marcus said, taking a step closer. His breath was warm against her skin as he leaned in, whispering against her ear, "You're captivating." Lila shivered at his words, heat pooling in her belly. She reached up, her fingers threading through his tousled hair, pulling him closer until their lips met in a searing kiss. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, their senses heightened, exploring the taste and texture of one another. His hands roamed her sides, exploring the curves of her body as he deepened the kiss. She could feel his soft breath against her neck, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers cascading down her spine. They stumbled back toward the plush couch, where they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. Marcus's hands traveled down Lila's sides, his fingers trailing over the hem of her dress as he brushed the fabric aside. She gasped softly, the anticipation hanging in the air like a sweet melody. He hesitated for just a moment, searching her gaze for permission—she nodded, an invitation that urged him on. As the fabric fell away, Lila was left in her lacey black lingerie, feeling both exposed and empowered. Marcus’s eyes darkened with desire, and he traced his fingers along the delicate edges of her clothing, savoring the softness of her skin beneath. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice husky with need. With a swift motion, he kissed her again, his hands exploring her curves, tracing the outline of her body. The world around them faded, and their passion ignited like a flame in the night, fierce and consuming. Marcus's lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of fire as he explored her collarbone and down, creating a symphony of delightful sensations that had her gasping. Lila pulled him closer, craving more of his warmth, more of his touch. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down as his mouth found her delicate lace covered breasts. The sensation was divine—a blend of soft fabric and warm, eager lips. She moaned softly, urging him on, hungry for more. Their bodies moved together in a dance of desire, each kiss driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy. Marcus’s hands roamed possessively, tracing the curve of her hips, the delicate outline of her thighs, exploring every inch of her with a reverent need. As the night wore on, the apartment was filled with whispered sweet nothings and the sounds of pleasure. Fabrics rustled, breaths quickened, and the air thickened with heat and longing. They lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten, caught in a haze of passion and yearning. When the night finally began to wane, the playful sounds of the city creeping back to life, Lila leaned against Marcus, content and basking in the afterglow of their connection. They entwined their fingers, a silent promise exchanged between them, knowing that this night would linger in their memories long after the sun rose. As dawn broke, the vibrant colors of New Orleans painted the sky—a reminder of the adventure and the chemistry they had shared, a night of heat, passion, and serendipity that neither of them would soon forget.