In the dimly lit room, a woman stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. The curve of her hips, the fullness of her thighs, and the thickness of her black hair cascading down her back were all on display. She was a vision of exotic beauty, an Indian babe who had captured the imagination of many.
He had been watching her from across the room all night, admiring her from afar. He had mustered up the courage to approach her, and now they stood together, their bodies close but not touching.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
He didn’t respond, but instead leaned in and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. She shivered at his touch, and he could feel her heart racing. He trailed kisses down her spine, stopping to nip at the curve of her ass.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands roaming over her body.
She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
“I want you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
He groaned, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing gently. She arched into him, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, their passion building with each passing moment.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck and over her collarbone. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back.
He knelt before her, his hands on her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her belly, his hands sliding up her thighs. She gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready.
