In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun. She was an Indian beauty, with thick black hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, and her body was lush and curvaceous. She was completely naked, her curves on full display.
Raj, a man of Indian descent, but raised in the West, couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, but tonight, he had finally mustered up the courage to approach her. And to his surprise, she had welcomed his advances.
He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her soft curves pressing against his hard muscles. He could feel her heart racing, and he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He started by kissing her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they made their way up to her ear. She moaned softly, her breath hot against his skin. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp and shiver in his arms.
He then turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer.
He then moved down to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it gently. She arched her back, moaning louder as he teased her nipple with his tongue. He then moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
He then knelt down in front of her, his hands on her hips as he kissed her stomach. He could feel her muscles trembling under his lips. He then spread her legs apart, his hands running up her thighs.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey. He licked her again, this time more deliberately, causing her to moan loudly. He then started to flick her clit with his tongue, causing her to gasp and squirm.
He then stood up, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He then entered her, slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to his size. She moaned as he filled her up, her nails digging into his back.
He then started to thrust into her, harder and faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with her own. They moved together, their bodies moving in a rhythm of their own.
He then turned her around, bending her over the windowsill. He entered her from behind, his hands on her hips as he thrust into her deeper and harder. She moaned, her breath hot against the cool glass.
He could feel her getting close, her muscles tightening around his cock. He then reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, causing her to moan louder.
She then cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his cum filling her up. They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies still connected.
He then pulled out, turning her around to face him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwined. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies still humming from their shared release.
The sun had set, the room now bathed in darkness. But they didn’t need light to see each other. They could feel each other, their bodies still connected even after their lovemaking. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in sync.
They didn’t need words. They didn’t need promises. They had each other, and for now, that was enough.
