The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow on the city below. In a quiet corner of the city, a tall building stood proud, its glass windows reflecting the silvery light. Inside one of its many rooms, a woman stood, her silhouette stark against the window.
She was an Indian beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. Her skin was a rich shade of caramel, glowing in the moonlight. She was nude, her curves on display, her body a testament to the beauty of her heritage. Her back was to the room, her gaze fixed on the cityscape outside.
He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in her beauty. He was a man of power, his presence commanding. He was drawn to her, his desire for her growing with each passing moment. He stepped out of the shadows, approaching her silently.
She felt his presence behind her, her body tingling with anticipation. She didn’t turn around, instead, she leaned back into him, her body fitting against his like a puzzle piece. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. She arched her back, pushing her ass into him. He took the hint, his hand slipping between her thighs. He found her wet, her pussy ready for him.
He teased her, his fingers circling her clit. She moaned, her body trembling. She was ready, her body begging for more. He entered her, his fingers sliding in easily. She gasped, her body tensing.
He fingered her, his fingers moving in and out of her. She moaned, her body moving with his rhythm. She was close, her orgasm building. He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster.
She came, her body shaking. He held her, his arms supporting her. She turned around, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, her eyes sparkling.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He entered her, his cock sliding in easily. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting. She met his thrusts, her body moving with his.
He fucked her, their bodies moving in sync. She moaned, her body trembling. She was close, her orgasm building. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder.
She came, her body shaking. He followed, his body tensing. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. The moon cast its glow on them, its light a silent witness to their love. They fell asleep, their bodies exhausted but satisfied.
In the quiet corner of the city, they found their solace, their love a beacon in the night. They were two bodies, two souls, one love. Their story was a testament to their passion, their desire a flame that burned bright.
