In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood in front of the full-length mirror, her naked body glowing in the soft light. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places, her dark skin smooth and flawless. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her own skin, her heart beating faster with excitement.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her since the moment he saw her, her exotic beauty drawing him in. He had been patient, knowing that she was worth the wait. And now, here she was, standing before him, offering herself to him.
He stood up, crossing the room to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her body press against his. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed. He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver with pleasure, her breath hitching in her throat.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard peaks. She moaned, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs, pulling him closer. He could feel her ass pressing against his cock, already hard and ready for her.
He slid his hand down her body, over her soft belly, to the patch of dark hair between her legs. She opened her legs wider, giving him access to her wet pussy. He stroked her clit, feeling her moan deepen, her body trembling with desire.
She turned in his arms, her eyes dark with desire. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands gripping his hair. He groaned, his cock throbbing with need.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his eyes taking in the sight of her, spread out before him, her body ready for him. He knelt between her legs, spreading them wider. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path from her knee, up her inner thigh, to the wetness of her pussy.
She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching off the bed. He licked her, his tongue delving into her, tasting her sweetness. She was so wet, so ready for him. He sucked on her clit, feeling her body tremble, her moans growing louder.
He slid a finger into her, feeling her tightness, her wetness. She was so hot, so ready for him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand, her body begging for more.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire, the need, the want. He pushed into her, feeling her tightness, her heat. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips grinding against his, her moans growing louder. He could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening around him.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, feeling her orgasm wash over her, her body trembling, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. He thrust harder, faster, his own orgasm building.
He came, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her. She moaned, her body still trembling, her eyes half-closed. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, his breath coming in gasps.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The room was silent, except for the sound of their breathing, the soft moans still echoing in the air.
The end.
