In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her silhouette framed by the window. The curves of her body were accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight, her thick figure a sight to behold. She was a Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of brown, her curves lush and inviting.
He watched her from across the room, his gaze hungry. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her confidence and sensuality drawing him in. He crossed the room, stopping just behind her. He could see the curve of her neck, the way her hair cascaded down her back. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
“I’ve wanted you too,” she replied, her voice husky.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was passionate, their tongues dancing together. He could feel her body pressed against his, her curves molding to his. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it, her fingers grazing his hard length. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. She stroked him, her grip firm. He leaned into her, his lips finding hers again.
He lifted her, his hands cupping her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her core pressing against his hard length. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in her curves. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the outline of her pussy. She moaned, her hips thrusting up. He licked her, his tongue delving into her folds. She tasted sweet, her moans driving him wild.
He added a finger, thrusting it in and out of her. She was wet, her moans growing louder. He added another finger, curling them to hit her g-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of her. She came again, her body trembling.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hard length pressing against her. He thrust into her, her moans filling the room. He set a steady pace, his thrusts deep and hard. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, her moans growing louder. She came again, her orgasm triggering his. He groaned, his seed filling her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. He kissed her, his lips soft against hers.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered.
“I’m glad you had me,” she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.
They fell asleep, their bodies still entwined. The moonlight casting a soft glow over their bodies, a testament to their passion.
