In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair lay sprawled across the bed, her smooth brown skin glowing in the soft light. She was nude, her curves on full display, her thick Indian form a sight to behold. Her back was turned to the door, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, shielding her face from view.
A soft knock echoed through the room, and the woman turned her head, her dark eyes meeting those of the man who stood in the doorway. He was older, with a salt and pepper beard and a piercing gaze. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, but there was an air of authority about him.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, his eyes never leaving the woman on the bed. She watched as he approached, her heart pounding in her chest. He stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her naked body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
The woman smiled, her eyes shining with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice husky with want.
He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
His hand moved down, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her body. He continued to kiss her, his hand moving down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
He broke the kiss, his lips moving down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She moaned, her hands reaching up, her fingers tangling in his hair. He continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, his hand moving down between her legs.
He found her wet and ready, and he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. She moaned, her hips bucking up off the bed. He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out, his thumb rubbing against her clit.
She was close, so close, and she cried out as she came, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He continued to thrust, drawing out her orgasm, until she begged him to stop.
He pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with her juices. He brought his fingers to his mouth, his tongue darting out, tasting her. She watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he licked her off his fingers.
He stood up, his eyes meeting hers. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice firm.
