In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood before the full-length mirror, her dark eyes tracing the curves of her voluptuous body. She was nude, her thick figure on full display. Her back was towards the mirror, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and pooling at her waist. She was an Indian babe, her body a testament to the exotic allure of her heritage.
She heard the door creak open behind her, and she turned to see him enter. He was a white man, with short cropped hair and a muscular build. His eyes took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and round hips. She smiled, her full lips curving upwards in a seductive smile. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
They came together in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed together. His hands wandered over her body, caressing her curves and eliciting soft moans from her lips. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. She stroked him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and across her shoulder. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He nibbled on her earlobe, earning a soft gasp from her. He made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. She arched her back, pressing her breast further into his mouth. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
His hands wandered down her body, coming to rest on her hips. He pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her belly, and she longed to feel it inside her. But she knew they needed to prepare first.
He kissed his way down her body, his lips tracing a path down her belly and to her hips. She parted her legs, giving him access to her wet pussy. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands going to his head as he licked and sucked on her clit. She was already wet, her juices coating his tongue.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls close around it. He added a second finger, stretching her out. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot and earning a loud moan from her. She was ready, but he wanted to prepare her more.
He stood up, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need in them. He pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls close around him. She moaned, her hands going to his hips as he started to thrust. He set a slow pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of them.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a primal dance. She could feel her orgasm building, her walls tightening around his cock.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, feeling her walls clench around his cock. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He increased the pressure, feeling her orgasm hit. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm hitting. He groaned, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum. She moaned, her walls still clenching around him as she came down from her orgasm.
They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies still connected. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of her. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and sated. He smiled, kissing her lips before pulling away.
They got dressed, their bodies still humming from the pleasure they had shared. She looked at him, a small smile on her lips. She knew they would do it again, and she looked forward to it.
As he left, she turned back to the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her body. She was a black hair nude Indian woman, and she was proud of it. She was exotic and desirable, and she knew it. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
