The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city below. In a dark corner of a rooftop terrace, a woman stood, her silhouette framed perfectly against the twinkling lights of the city. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her back in thick, luscious waves. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, all curves and shadows. She was an Indian goddess, her beauty undeniable.
He watched her from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of her beauty. She was a vision, a dream, and he was desperate to make her his.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the cool tiles of the terrace. She didn’t move, didn’t turn to face him. But he could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself. She knew he was there, and she was waiting for him.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, goosebumps rising on her arms. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She melted into him, her body fitting perfectly against his.
Their lips met, a soft, gentle kiss that quickly turned passionate. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, pressing herself closer to him, her hands roaming over his chest, his back.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, making her gasp. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He took the invitation, kissing and licking his way down her body. He knelt before her, spreading her legs wide, exposing her wet, pink pussy.
He licked her, a long, slow stroke that made her moan. He teased her, licking and nibbling on her lips, avoiding her clit. She whimpered, begging him to touch her, to make her cum. He relented, sucking on her clit, making her scream.
She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. He stood, lifting her into his arms, carrying her to the nearby lounge chair. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide. He entered her, slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. He thrust into her, hard and deep, making her moan with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
He reached between them, finding her clit, rubbing it in circles. She cried out, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release.
He came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. She milked him dry, her pussy still pulsing with pleasure. They lay there, tangled together, their hearts beating as one.
The night was still, the only sound their heavy breathing and the occasional moan. They were lost in each other, their bodies entwined, their souls connected. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a moment that they would never forget.
As the sun began to rise, they reluctantly pulled apart, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. They dressed in silence, their eyes never leaving each other. They knew that this was just the beginning, the start of something beautiful and passionate.
They left the terrace, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They were two souls, lost in the night, found in each other. They were lovers, bound together by passion and desire. They were forever changed, forever connected. And they would never look back.
