In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, nude black hair runs her fingers through her long, silky tresses. The Indian beauty, a young woman of 22, stands before the mirror, her back to the bed where a man lies, watching her with bated breath. She is exquisite, her silhouette framed by the window, her smooth brown skin glowing in the moonlight.
She turns to face him, her full lips curling into a seductive smile. She knows the power she holds over him, and she revels in it. She moves closer, her hips swaying hypnotically, her eyes locked onto his. He reaches out to touch her, but she stops him, her fingers gently pressing against his chest.
“Not yet,” she whispers, her breath hot against his skin.
She begins to dance, her body moving in time with the rhythm of her heart. She runs her hands over her curves, her fingers tracing the outline of her full breasts, her toned stomach, and the curve of her hips. He watches, entranced, as she removes her sari, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk.
She stands before him, wearing only a thin scrap of fabric that barely covers her. She moves closer, her body brushing against his, her breasts pressing against his chest. He groans, his hands reaching out to touch her, but she stops him again.
“Not yet,” she repeats, her voice low and sultry.
She begins to kiss him, her lips soft and warm against his. She teases him, her tongue darting out to taste his lips, before pulling away. She kisses his neck, her teeth gently nibbling on his earlobe. He moans, his hands reaching out to touch her, but she stops him once more.
“Patience,” she whispers, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, towards his hardening cock.
She wraps her hand around him, her fingers gently stroking him. He groans, his hips thrusting towards her. She smiles, her fingers continuing to explore him, her touch driving him wild. She begins to stroke him faster, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He moans, his head falling back, his eyes closed.
She stops, her hand leaving his cock. He looks at her, confusion etched on his face. She smiles, her fingers trailing down her body, towards her wet pussy. She begins to stroke herself, her fingers moving in slow circles. He watches, his breath coming in short gasps.
“Do you want me?” she asks, her voice low and seductive.
He nods, unable to speak. She smiles, her fingers continuing to stroke her pussy.
“Beg,” she commands, her voice firm.
“Please,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I want you.”
She smiles, her fingers moving faster. She moans, her body writhing in pleasure. He watches, his cock hardening even more.
“Please,” he begs again, his hands reaching out to touch her.
She allows it, her body moving towards him. He pulls her close, his lips finding hers. She moans, her hands reaching down to touch his cock. She guides him inside her, her body moving in time with his.
They move together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She moans, her fingers digging into his back. He groans, his hips thrusting harder. They move faster, their bodies slick with sweat.
She moans, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groans, his cock twitching inside her. They move faster, their bodies slapping together.
“Yes,” she moans, her body trembling. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He groans, his cock twitching inside her. She moans, her body shaking. He thrusts harder, his cock twitching again. She moans, her body trembling even more.
He groans, his cock twitching once more. She moans, her body shaking violently. He thrusts again, his cock twitching for the final time.
They collapse onto the bed, their bodies spent. She smiles, her head resting on his chest. He wraps his arms around her, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
“I love you,” he whispers, his breath warm against her hair.
“I love you too,” she replies, her voice soft and sleepy.
They drift off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The night may be over, but their love is just beginning.
