In the stillness of the night, the city lay draped in a blanket of darkness, punctuated only by the occasional streetlight. A woman, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, stood at the window of her high-rise apartment, her naked body silhouetted against the cityscape. She was a vision of beauty, her Indian heritage evident in her caramel-colored skin and the curve of her hips. She was known to her friends as a passionate woman, unafraid to express her desires. Tonight, she was waiting for someone.
He arrived just after midnight, a tall, handsome man with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He was a frequent visitor to her apartment, and she welcomed him with a kiss, her hands roaming over his muscular chest. He responded eagerly, his own hands exploring her body, lingering on her curves.
They moved to the bed, their bodies entwined, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, her lips exploring his neck, his ears.
The foreplay was intense, their bodies slick with sweat as they explored each other. She nibbled on his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. He responded by licking and sucking on her neck, causing her to moan with pleasure. They took their time, knowing that the pleasure would be worth the wait.
He moved down her body, his lips tracing a path from her neck to her breasts. He sucked and bit gently on her nipples, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
