Whispers in the Night

The air was thick with anticipation as the woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight that streamed in from outside. She was an Indian beauty, with a voluptuous figure and long, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, and she was completely naked, her body on display for the man who approached her from behind.

He was a tall, muscular figure, his body lean and toned from years of physical labor. His eyes were dark and intense, and he couldn’t take his gaze off of her. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch her shoulders, and she leaned back into him, her body molding against his.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, before he began to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to kiss and nibble at her neck. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

He picked her up, his hands cupping her ass as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes raking over her body as he took in every inch of her. She was a vision, her curves on display for him, and he couldn’t wait to taste her.

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