It was a hot summer night, and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I had to see her again. She was an Indian woman, with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back, and a body that could make any man’s head turn. I had met her at a party a few weeks ago, and we had hit it off instantly. We exchanged numbers, and I had been thinking about her ever since.
I drove to her apartment, my heart racing with anticipation. She greeted me at the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her curves. I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
She led me to the living room, and we sat down on the couch. She poured us each a glass of wine, and we made small talk for a few minutes. But I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned in and kissed her, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring my mouth.
I started to undo the knot of her robe, and it fell open, revealing her naked body. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark nipples that were already hard. I cupped them in my hands, and she moaned softly.
I moved my mouth down to her nipples, licking and sucking them gently. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face. I could feel her hands in my hair, pulling me closer.
I trailed my tongue down her stomach, stopping at her navel to swirl it around. She gasped, and I continued down to her pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed. I spread her legs apart, and I saw her pussy, already wet and glistening.
I started to lick her clit, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against my mouth. I slipped a finger inside her pussy, feeling her warm, wet walls. I added a second finger, and I started to pump them in and out, while continuing to lick her clit.
She was getting close to orgasm, and I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers. I curled them upwards, pressing against her G-spot. She cried out, and her whole body shook as she came.
I moved up and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel her pussy, still wet and ready for me.
I positioned myself at her entrance, and I slowly pushed inside. She was tight, and I had to take it slow at first. But once I was fully inside her, I started to fuck her harder and deeper. She moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into my back.
I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I pulled out. I stroked my cock, and she watched me, her eyes glazed with desire. I came, shooting ropes of cum all over her breasts and stomach.
We lay there, spent and satisfied. She traced her fingers through the cum on her body, and then licked them clean. I smiled, and she kissed me, tasting herself on my lips.
It was a night I would never forget. And I knew I would have to see her again.
