The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional passing car. In a dimly lit apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the cityscape beyond. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her waist. She was completely nude, her dark skin glowing in the moonlight.
She was a stunning Indian woman, full-figured and voluptuous. Her curves were generous and inviting, her hips flaring out gently from her narrow waist. Her breasts were large and firm, the dark areolas contrasting with her lighter skin. She was a babe in every sense of the word, and she knew it.
She heard a soft footstep behind her, and she smiled to herself. She knew who it was, and she had been waiting for him. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, his warm breath against her ear.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
She leaned back into him, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, and she shivered with desire.
He began to kiss her neck, his lips soft and warm against her skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He trailed his kisses down to her shoulder, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
She turned around to face him, her eyes shining with desire. She reached up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips meeting hers in a soft, passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring. She could feel her body responding to him, her nipples hardening into tight buds. She reached down to touch him, her fingers wrapping around his hard length. He groaned into her mouth, his hips thrusting forward.
She broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He picked her up, his arms strong and steady. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in her beautiful body. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips meeting hers in a soft, passionate kiss. He trailed his kisses down her body, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
He reached her breasts, his mouth closing around one hard nipple. She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair. He sucked and nibbled, his other hand tweaking and pinching the other nipple. She was writhing beneath him, her moans filling the room.
He continued his journey down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He reached her hips, his fingers parting her folds. She was wet and ready for him, her juices flowing freely.
He leaned down to taste her, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to stimulate her clit. She was moaning and thrashing, her orgasm building deep within her.
He could feel her tense, her moans growing louder. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers thrusting into her.
She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She trembled and shook, her body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she begged him to stop.
He crawled up her body, his hardness pressing against her wetness. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
He entered her slowly, his length filling her completely. She moaned loudly, her hips meeting his thrusts. He began to thrust harder and faster, their bodies slapping together.
She could feel another orgasm building, her body trembling with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.
He could feel her tightening around him, her moans growing louder. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He thrust harder and faster, his hips slapping against hers.
She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She trembled and shook, her body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to thrust, his own orgasm building deep within him.
He could feel himself getting closer, his body tensing. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
“Cum for me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
He screamed, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He trembled and shook, his body convulsing with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They had shared something special, something intimate. They had connected on a level that few ever experienced.
And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they knew that they would never be the same again. They had found something in each other that they had never known before, something that they would never let go.
They had found love.
