In the dimly lit room, a woman with a voluptuous figure and long, black hair stood in front of the mirror. She was an Indian beauty, with a curvaceous body and a confident air about her. She was completely naked, her thick curves on full display. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin and the fullness of her breasts. She turned to the side, admiring her round butt and the way it looked in the mirror.
She heard a knock at the door, and she turned to answer it. It was a man, tall and handsome with piercing eyes. He looked at her, taking in her beauty, and she could see the desire in his gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, his voice low and husky.
She smiled, stepping closer to him. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He reached out, running his hand down her arm, and she shivered at his touch. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.
She pulled away, leading him to the bed. They lay down, their bodies entwined, and she could feel the length of his hard cock pressing against her thigh.
He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, and she moaned with pleasure. He moved down, kissing her breasts, and she arched her back, offering them to him. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, and she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close.
He moved lower, kissing her belly, and she could feel his breath against her pussy. He spread her legs, looking at her wetness, and she blushed at his gaze. He leaned in, licking her clit, and she gasped at the sensation. He moved his tongue in circles, and she could feel herself getting closer to orgasm.
He moved up, positioning himself between her legs. He teased her entrance, rubbing his cock against her wetness. She moaned, begging him to enter her. He thrust forward, filling her completely, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him.
He moved in and out, slowly at first, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He picked up the pace, and she could feel herself getting closer to orgasm. She moaned, “Yes, yes, yes,” as he fucked her harder and harder.
She could feel it building, the pleasure spreading through her body, and she screamed as she came. He continued to thrust, chasing his own orgasm, and she could feel his cock twitching inside her. He groaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he came, filling her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still entwined. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love, and he smiled, kissing her gently.
They fell asleep, their bodies still tangled together, and the room was filled with the sound of their soft snores.
In the morning, they woke up, their bodies still entwined. They looked at each other, and they both knew that this was the start of something special.
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The end.
