In the depths of the night, a figure moved silently through the darkened streets of the city. Long black hair cascaded down her back, glinting in the faint light of the moon. She was an Indian woman, her curves full and inviting, her skin a rich shade of brown. She was nude, her body bared to the cool air, but she did not shiver. She was too lost in her own desires, too driven by the need that burned within her.
She moved with a grace and confidence that spoke of a woman who knew her own power. She knew what she wanted, and she was not afraid to take it. She moved deeper into the shadows, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could feel the heat building within her, the ache that only one thing could satisfy.
She found him waiting for her, his body lean and muscled, his skin a deep shade of brown. He was an Indian man, his eyes dark and intense, his lips curved in a knowing smile. He was nude, his body ready for her, his cock hard and eager.
They came together in a rush of heat and need, their bodies colliding in the darkness. His lips found hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin, making her gasp. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She arched into his touch, her body on fire.
He knelt before her, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her. She cried out, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, holding him close. He flicked her clit, making her gasp and moan.
He stood, his cock poised at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with need. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her head falling back. He began to move, his thrusts hard and deep. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
He lifted her, his cock still buried deep inside her. He pressed her against the wall, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in the sheets. He pistoned in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass.
He lowered her to the bed, his cock still buried deep inside her. He began to move again, his thrusts slow and deep. She moaned, her hands reaching up to touch him, to trace the lines of his body. He leaned down, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved together.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled him, her pussy still wrapped around his cock. She began to move, her hips grinding against his. He moaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She leaned down, her lips finding his. They kissed, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved together.
He rolled her onto her back, his cock still buried deep inside her. He began to move again, his thrusts hard and deep. She moaned, her hands reaching up to touch him, to trace the lines of his body. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck. He kissed and sucked, his teeth nipping at her skin.
He felt her climaxing, her pussy tightening around his cock. He moaned, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He followed her, his cock pulsing deep inside her.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. They kissed, their lips lingering on each other. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this. They knew that they belonged to each other, that they would always find each other in the shadows.
And with that knowledge, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
