In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, nude black hair stood with her back facing the door. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on her caramel skin. She was an Indian babe, her curves accentuated by the traditional attire she wore. The saree clung to her body, outlining her voluptuous figure. She was the epitome of exotic beauty, her allure impossible to resist.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in her beauty. He had been admiring her from afar, unable to muster the courage to approach her. But now, seeing her standing there, alone and unaware of his presence, he felt a surge of desire. He wanted her, and he was determined to have her.
He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. As he got closer, he could see the curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, and the dip of her waist. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of her saree. She shivered at his touch, her body betraying her initial reluctance.
He turned her around, his eyes meeting hers. They were dark and mysterious, filled with a fire that matched his own. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She responded, her body melting into his.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingers. He tugged at the saree, letting it fall to the ground. She was now standing before him, wearing only a small blouse and a matching bottom. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard and erect. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She moaned, her hands reaching out to tangle in his hair.
He continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves. He cupped her ass, his fingers tracing the outline of her thong. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, feeling the heat of her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers.
He knelt before her, his eyes meeting hers. He hooked his fingers into her thong, pulling it down her legs. She stepped out of it, her body now completely bare before him. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She moaned, her hands reaching out to steady herself.
He licked and sucked at her pussy, his tongue delving into her folds. She tasted sweet and musky, her juices filling his mouth. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He added another, fucking her with his fingers as his tongue continued to explore her clit.
She moaned louder, her body writhing beneath his touch. He could feel her muscles tightening, her orgasm building. He quickened his pace, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring her to the brink. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He rubbed the tip against her pussy, teasing her. She moaned, her body begging for more. He slid inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together. She moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He quickened his pace, fucking her harder and faster. She cried out, her body trembling beneath him. He came, his cum filling her completely.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She rested her head on his chest, her breathing ragged. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The night had been filled with passion and desire, their bodies coming together in a dance as old as time. It had been a night of pleasure and release, a night of temptation and sin. But it had been a night they would never forget.
