The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the bedroom, illuminating the curves and contours of the nude figure lying on the bed. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against the pale sheets. She was a vision of beauty, a thick Indian beauty that had captivated his senses from the moment they met.
He had seen her at the local market, her dark eyes scanning the fruits and vegetables with an intensity that had drawn him in. He had approached her, striking up a conversation that had led to a dinner invitation. And now, here they were, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
He traced the curve of her spine with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. His touch was gentle, yet firm, a testament to his desire for her. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath him.
She turned her head, her lips seeking his. Their kiss was passionate, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that could not be quenched. He ran his hands down her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching.
She gasped as he moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, his tongue delving into her navel. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He did not hesitate, his tongue finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. He licked and sucked, his fingers exploring her wet folds, preparing her for what was to come.
She was moaning now, her hips bucking against his mouth. He could feel her tension building, her muscles tensing as she approached her climax. He quickened his pace, his fingers sliding in and out of her, his tongue flicking her clit.
She cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He did not stop, his tongue and fingers continuing their relentless assault on her senses. She came again, her juices flowing freely, coating his hand and chin.
He moved up her body, his cock hard and ready. She turned to face him, her eyes glazed with desire. He entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight pussy around his cock. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
They moved together, their bodies in sync, their moans and sighs filling the room. He thrust deeper, harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She met him stroke for stroke, her nails digging into his back.
He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening. She urged him on, her hips grinding against his. He came with a roar, his seed filling her, marking her as his own.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the night. The moon had moved on, its light no longer illuminating the room. But they did not need light to see, for they had each other, and that was all that mattered.
