In the dimly lit room, a thick and voluptuous Indian woman stood before the large window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the loose strands teasing her bare skin. She was nude, her curves on full display, and the sight of her took his breath away.
He approached her from behind, his hands reaching out to touch her soft, velvety skin. She trembled under his touch, her body responding to his gentle caress. His lips found her neck, his tongue tracing a path along her delicate skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back to rest against his chest.
Their bodies moved together, their kisses growing more passionate with each passing moment. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard, brown nipples. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He obliged, his mouth closing around one taut peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
She reached behind her, her fingers finding his hard length. She stroked him, her grip tightening as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. They were dark, full of desire and need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingling as they explored each other’s mouths.
He lifted her, his hands gripping her generous hips as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers as they continued to kiss. His hands roamed her body, his fingers finding her slick, wet folds. She gasped as he entered her, her body welcoming him with a soft, eager moan.
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm as they made love. He thrust deep, his hips slapping against her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as she reached her peak.
He followed her, his own release exploding from him as he emptied himself inside her. They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction and contentment.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He smiled, his hands already moving to start the dance all over again.
*The End*
