In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair as dark as the night sky stood before the full-length mirror. She was nude, her luscious curves and soft skin on display. Her back was towards the mirror, and she admired her thick form, the way her hips flared out and her thighs curved deliciously. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands cascade down her back. She was a Indian beauty, her skin a warm caramel hue, and she was ready to indulge in her desires.
A soft knock on the door broke her reverie. She turned to see him, a handsome stranger with piercing green eyes and a smoldering gaze. He was dressed in all black, his chiseled chest and abs on display. He was a white man, a stark contrast to her darker complexion. They had met at a party, and their connection was instant. They exchanged numbers, and now he was here, in her room, ready to explore their desires together.
He crossed the room, his eyes never leaving hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together. She moaned, feeling his hard length press against her.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She arched her back, giving him better access to her breasts. He took the hint, cupping them in his hands and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped, feeling her arousal spike.
He knelt before her, his mouth finding her wet folds. He licked and sucked, driving her wild. She moaned, her hands finding his hair and pulling him closer. He inserted a finger, then two, fucking her with his hand while he licked her clit. She came hard, her juices coating his fingers.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. She turned, bending over the dresser. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She moaned, pushing back against him. He entered her slowly, filling her up. She gasped, feeling him stretch her.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She moaned, meeting him stroke for stroke. He reached around, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles. She came again, her orgasm rippling through her body.
He pulled out, turning her around. He lifted her, setting her on the edge of the dresser. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. He entered her again, this time slow and deep. She moaned, her head thrown back.
He picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together. She came again, her orgasm taking her over the edge. He followed soon after, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She turned to him, smiling. “Again?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
He grinned, his eyes shining with desire. “Again and again,” he replied, pulling her close.
And they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
