The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light on the lush garden below. There, amidst the fragrant flowers and rustling leaves, stood a woman with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back like a raven waterfall. She was nude, her bronze skin glowing in the moonlight, her curves full and inviting.
His name was Ravi, a man of Indian descent but born and raised in America. He had always been drawn to the exotic beauty of Indian women, their dark eyes and hair, their full lips and voluptuous bodies. When he saw the woman in the garden, he knew he had to have her.
Ravi approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. He could see the curve of her breast, the flare of her hip, the dark triangle of her pubic hair. He could smell her scent, musky and sweet, and it made his cock harden in his pants.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“I am Ravi,” he said, stepping closer. “And who are you?”
“I am Maya,” she said, turning to face him. Her eyes were dark and deep, like pools of ink, and they seemed to see right through him.
“You are beautiful, Maya,” Ravi said, reaching out to touch her cheek.
She smiled, a slow, sensuous smile that made his heart race. “And you are handsome, Ravi,” she said, stepping closer to him.
Their bodies were close now, so close that Ravi could feel the heat radiating from Maya’s skin. He could see the pulse beating in her throat, the rise and fall of her breasts. He wanted her, wanted her badly.
He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her lips parting, her tongue meeting his. He could taste the sweetness of her, the warmth of her breath.
His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass. He could feel her nipples harden under his touch, could feel the heat of her pussy.
Maya moaned, a soft, needy sound that made Ravi’s cock throb. She reached down, cupping him through his pants, and rubbed him gently.
He groaned, his knees weak. He had to have her, had to be inside her.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Maya,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want you.”
