In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair sat on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her long hair cascaded down her back, hiding her face from view. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places and a sensuality that was palpable.
The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside. He was tall, with a muscular build and piercing blue eyes. He took in the sight of the woman before him, his eyes roaming over her body with a hunger that was impossible to hide.
“You’re late,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
“Forgive me, my love,” he replied, closing the door behind him. “I got caught up in traffic.”
He crossed the room, his eyes never leaving her. When he reached her, he knelt down in front of her, his hands resting on her knees.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a path up her thighs.
She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch his face.
He leaned into her touch, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access.
His hands continued to explore her body, his fingers pinching and tweaking her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down her body. He reached her nipples, his mouth closing around one, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers as he slid them inside her.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added a second finger, curling them to hit her G-spot. She gasped, her back arching off the bed.
He continued to finger her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow circles. She was moaning loudly now, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He could feel her getting closer to orgasm, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He curled them once more, hitting her G-spot just right, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He didn’t give her time to recover, his fingers still moving inside her, prolonging her orgasm. She was moaning continuously now, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out of her, his mouth replacing them. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers playing with her entrance. She was moaning loudly, her hands clutching at the sheets.
He could feel her getting close to another orgasm, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He quickened his pace, his mouth and fingers working together to bring her to the brink.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to move, drawing out her orgasm.
She finally pushed him away, her body spent. He moved up her body, his cock sliding inside her. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers. She moaned louder, her legs tightening around his waist.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust.
She cried out, her orgasm building once again. He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed her, his own orgasm taking him by surprise. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and spent.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies still intertwined.
“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
“I love you too,” he replied, his lips finding hers in a soft kiss.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other.
In the dimly lit room, the woman with thick, black hair sat on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her long hair cascaded down her back, hiding her face from view. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places and a sensuality that was palpable.
The door creaked open, and the man stepped inside.
And the dance began anew.
