In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the window. She was nude, her back facing the entrance, unaware of the presence that had entered the room. The woman was of Indian descent, her smooth skin a warm caramel color, and her curves voluptuous and inviting. She was a true Indian babe, with an hourglass figure that was impossible to ignore.
He stood there, taking in the sight of her, his eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the roundness of her hips, and the firmness of her buttocks. His gaze lingered on her for what seemed like an eternity, before he finally mustered up the courage to approach her.
He crossed the room quietly, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As he drew closer, he noticed the woman’s breathing had become shallow and ragged. She knew he was there, and yet she did not turn around. Instead, she stood there, waiting, anticipating his touch.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently brushed her hair aside. She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into his touch.
He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as he moved down to her shoulders. His hands explored her body, caressing her soft skin, and eliciting a soft moan from her lips. She turned around, her eyes meeting his, and he knew she was ready.
He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as she responded eagerly.
His hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He obliged, his mouth replacing his fingers as he sucked and bit her nipples, eliciting a loud moan from her lips.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire as he went. He reached her pussy, his fingers gently parting her lips. He licked her, his tongue flicking her clit as she writhed in pleasure. She tasted sweet, like honey, and he couldn’t get enough.
He finger-fucked her, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy with ease. She was wet, her juices coating his fingers as he added another finger, stretching her out. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she got closer to her climax.
He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working in unison as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy. She came hard, her body shaking as she screamed his name. He continued to lick her, drinking her juices as she came down from her high.
He moved up, his cock sliding into her pussy with ease. She was still wet, her pussy tightening around his cock as he started to thrust. He started slowly, his pace gradually increasing as she begged for more.
He took her from behind, his cock pounding into her pussy as she moaned in pleasure. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit as he rubbed her. She came again, her pussy tightening around his cock as she screamed his name.
He pulled out, his cum spurting onto her ass. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt his warm cum on her skin. He collapsed next to her, his body spent as she curled up in his arms.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire. He knew then, that he had pleased her, and that he would do it again and again.
