In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood, her silhouette framed in the window. The curves of her body were accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight, her thick form a vision of beauty. She was an Indian babe, her heritage on display in the curve of her nose and the tilt of her almond-shaped eyes.
He watched her from across the room, his gaze taking in every inch of her luscious form. His cock throbbed in his pants, already hard at the sight of her. He wanted her, needed her, and he would have her.
He crossed the room, his steps deliberate and confident. He came up behind her, his hands reaching out to touch the soft skin of her arms. She tensed at his touch, but did not pull away.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
“Someone who wants you,” he replied, his hands moving up to her shoulders, massaging them gently.
She relaxed under his touch, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He took the opportunity to press his lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He turned her around, his hands on her hips. He looked into her dark eyes, seeing the desire burning within them. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his own. She opened for him, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.
His hands moved down to her ass, gripping the soft flesh firmly. She gasped into his mouth as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back, moaning in pleasure.
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand moved down to her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness coming from it. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight muscles contract around it.
She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He added another finger, fucking her with them. She was so wet, so ready for him.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around him. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist again.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
She moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand. He could feel her muscles tightening, her orgasm building. He thrust harder, faster, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. He followed her, cumming deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off of her, pulling her close.
“Who are you?” she asked again, her voice soft and sleepy.
“Someone who will always want you,” he replied, his hand tracing patterns on her skin.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a lover’s embrace.
