It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. In a dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back to the door, her black hair cascading down her shoulders. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure on full display. The woman was Indian, with caramel skin and curves in all the right places. She was a babe, through and through.
As she stood there, she heard the door creak open behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He was the only one who could make her heart race like this, the only one who could make her body ache with desire.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He was also nude, his muscular body a testament to the hours he spent working out. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Without a word, he crossed the room to where she stood. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her close against him. She could feel his hard length pressing against her, and she moaned softly.
His lips found her neck, and he began to nibble and lick at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself against him even more. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She reached behind her, grabbing his ass and pulling him even closer. She could feel his cock throbbing against her, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Breaking free from his grasp, she turned to face him. She looked into his eyes, and she could see the desire burning within him. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking it gently.
He groaned, his head falling back as she touched him. She leaned in, her lips finding his and kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced together, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his body. She knelt before him, her eyes locked onto his as she took him into her mouth. She sucked and licked at him, her hand still stroking his shaft.
He groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew she wanted to push him over.
She sucked harder, her fingers playing with his balls. He moaned, his hips bucking as he came. She drank him down, savoring the taste of him.
When he was finished, she stood up, her body pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around her, his lips finding hers once again.
This time, when he entered her, it was slow and gentle. He took his time, teasing her and making her beg for more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of her.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew he was too.
With a final thrust, they both came together. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He groaned, his own release following close behind.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still entwined. And then, slowly, they pulled apart.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. She smiled, her own heart filled with the same emotions.
They would have many more nights like this, she knew. And each and every one would be just as passionate and intense as this one.
The end.
