Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow upon the room, illuminating the curves and lines of the nude figure lying on the bed. Shilpa, a stunning Indian woman with thick, black hair, ran her fingers slowly down her back, tracing the curve of her spine and the swell of her hips. She shivered with anticipation, knowing that she was not alone.

Ravi, a tall and handsome Indian man, watched her from the doorway. His eyes roamed her body, taking in every inch of her naked flesh. He felt his desire growing as he admired her beauty, his cock stiffening in his pants.

Shilpa turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes shining with lust. She extended her hand, beckoning him to join her. He crossed the room in two long strides, shedding his clothes as he went.

He climbed onto the bed, pressing his body against hers. She moaned as she felt his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she wiggled her hips, inviting him to take her.

He started with soft kisses, starting at her shoulder and working his way up her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp with pleasure. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.

She arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock. She reached behind her, grabbing his shaft and guiding it to her wet pussy. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight walls closing around him.

He began to thrust, building up a steady rhythm. She met his thrusts, moaning with pleasure. He reached around, rubbing her clit with his fingers. She cried out, her orgasm building.

He pulled out, flipping her over onto her back. He spread her legs wide, licking her pussy from bottom to top. She moaned, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked her clit.

He plunged his fingers into her pussy, fucking her with his hand. She moaned, her orgasm building once again. He continued to lick and finger her, driving her wild with pleasure.

She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He climbed back on top of her, entering her once again. He fucked her hard, driving her toward another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of her.

He moaned, his own orgasm building. He thrust deeper, faster, harder. She cried out, her orgasm taking her over the edge. He followed, cumming deep inside of her.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, to give and receive pleasure. They would take their time, savoring every moment, every touch, every kiss. They would lose themselves in each other, forgetting the world outside.

For now, they were content to lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They were lost in their own little world, a world of pleasure and passion, a world of whispers in the night.

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