In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin lay facing away from the door. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the soft curves of her back and the fullness of her hips. She was completely nude, her silhouette only barely visible through the sheer curtains that hung from the four-poster bed.
The Indian beauty, known to her lovers as Sitara, had been waiting for her latest conquest to arrive. She had heard whispers of his prowess, his skill in the art of lovemaking, and she longed to experience it for herself. She knew he would be captivated by her, unable to resist the allure of her exotic beauty and the promise of her lush body.
As if on cue, the door to the room creaked open, revealing a tall, muscular man with piercing green eyes. He surveyed the room, his gaze settling on Sitara’s form. His eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the sight of her, his cock already beginning to stir in his pants.
Sitara felt his presence behind her, the heat of his body radiating through the cool air of the room. She knew he was watching her, studying every inch of her exposed flesh. She wiggled her hips slightly, inviting him to come closer, to touch her, to claim her as his own.
He took the bait, stepping closer to the bed and reaching out a hand to trace a finger down Sitara’s spine. She shivered at his touch, her body already responding to his nearness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Sitara turned her head, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring one another’s mouths in a frenzy of desire. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, hard and ready for her.
But she was not one to rush into things. No, she would make him wait, make him yearn for her touch. She broke the kiss, turning her attention to his neck and tracing her lips along the sensitive skin. He moaned in pleasure, his hands gripping her hips as he ground himself against her.
She continued her assault on his senses, nibbling and licking her way down his chest and stomach. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her lips, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. When she reached his cock, she took him in her hand, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes shining with desire. “Are you ready for me?” she asked, her voice husky with need.
He nodded, unable to speak as she took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucked him deep. She moaned in pleasure, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She worked him with her mouth and hand, her tongue swirling around his tip as she tasted the salty tang of his pre-cum.
But she was not done tormenting him yet. She pulled away, her lips leaving a wet trail along his length. She stood up, her body on full display for him. She turned, giving him a view of her round, firm ass. She bent over, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as she presented herself to him.
He didn’t need any further invitation. He stepped forward, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. He teased her for a moment, his tip circling her opening before he plunged into her, filling her completely.
Sitara cried out in pleasure, her body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers as he took her from behind. She matched his rhythm, her own hips meeting his with each stroke.
Their moans filled the room, the sounds of their bodies slapping together mingling with their cries of pleasure. Sitara reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as she rubbed herself in time with his thrusts.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she approached the edge. He must have sensed it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock driving deeper into her.
With a final, desperate cry, Sitara came, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. She could feel him following suit, his cock pulsing inside of her as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. Sitara turned to him, her lips meeting his in a soft, satisfied kiss. “I knew you would be worth the wait,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment.
He smiled, his arms wrapping around her as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined in the afterglow of their passion.
