The full moon cast its silver glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the silhouette of a thick, voluptuous woman. She was an Indian beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of darkness. Her body was a temple of curves and softness, a testament to the divine feminine. She stood there, naked and unafraid, inviting the night to embrace her.
Not far from her, a man watched. His eyes were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to look away. He was a white man, tall and muscular, his body sculpted by years of physical labor. He had always been drawn to women of color, their exotic beauty a stark contrast to his own pale complexion. He had lusted after this woman for weeks, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing day.
He approached her, his footsteps silent on the soft grass. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. He could see the desire in her gaze, could feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting in a soft sigh.
He pulled her close, their bodies pressing together. His hands roamed over her curves, cupping her full breasts, squeezing her thick thighs. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He kissed her, his lips crushing against hers. Their tongues danced together, a prelude to the passion that was to come.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. She shivered, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked on them, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks. She cried out, her back arching as pleasure washed over her.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her belly. He kissed her there, his hands caressing her hips. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He smiled up at her, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers. He groaned, his cock throbbing with need.
He stood up, his lips finding hers again. She tasted herself on his lips, the taste only fueling her desire. He picked her up, his hands cupping her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the nearby gazebo, laying her down on the soft cushions.
He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, her body a work of art. He leaned down, his lips finding her pussy. He kissed her there, his tongue snaking out to taste her. She cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He licked her, his tongue delving into her folds. She was sweet, her juices flowing freely. He sucked on her clit, his fingers fucking her. She moaned, her hands clutching at the cushions.
He felt her climax approaching, her moans growing louder. He quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting deeper into her. She came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He continued to lick her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
He stood up, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, her hands reaching down to guide him in. He pushed in, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He started to fuck her, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm.
He pounded into her, their bodies slapping together. She moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. She came again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening. He thrust deeper into her, his cock swelling. He came, his seed filling her. She moaned, her hands clutching at him. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. The night air was cool against their skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. They kissed, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. The night was still, the only sound their soft moans and whispers of love.
The end.
