In the dimly lit room, a figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the city skyline. She was a stunning Indian woman, her raven black hair cascading down her back in thick, luscious waves. Her body was nude, every curve and contour on display for him to admire. He couldn’t help but stare, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and round hips. This was his Indian babe, a woman who had captivated him from the moment they met.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, her breath hot on his neck. He kissed her neck gently, his lips brushing against her soft skin. She shivered in his arms, her body responding to his touch.
He turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her face. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire burning within them. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She kissed him back, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. He could feel himself getting harder, his cock straining against his pants.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked on them gently, his tongue swirling around the hard buds. She moaned, her fingers running through his hair. He continued to tease her nipples, his hands exploring her body.
He knelt down in front of her, his hands running up her thighs. He spread her legs apart, his eyes fixated on her pussy. He could see her lips glistening with wetness, a testament to her arousal. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and musk. He licked her again, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. She moaned louder, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He stood up, his cock now fully erect. He guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her back arching. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, his fingers moving in a circular motion. She moaned louder, her body trembling. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around his cock. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She screamed, her orgasm washing over her. He followed suit, his own orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. He looked at her, his heart filled with love. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. They didn’t need words. Their bodies had spoken for them, telling a story of passion and desire. It was a story that would be etched in their memories, a story that would be replayed over and over again.
