In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her thick curves were a sight to behold, her hips flaring out from her narrow waist, her thighs heavy and strong. She was an Indian babe, her dark hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her skin glowing in the low light.
She stood in front of a full length mirror, her eyes focused on her reflection. Her hands roamed over her body, caressing her full breasts, pinching her hard nipples. She let out a soft moan as she moved lower, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs. She let out a sigh as she reached her center, her fingers gently stroking her moist folds.
The door creaked open, revealing a man with a smoldering gaze. He was tall and muscular, his body lean and toned. He moved closer to the woman, his eyes never leaving her reflection. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands caressing her soft skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
She let out a soft moan, her body arching against his. His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs. He let out a growl as he reached her center, his fingers gently stroking her moist folds.
“You’re ready for me,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
She nodded, her eyes closed. He moved behind her, his hands guiding her legs apart. He entered her slowly, his fingers gentle as they stroked her moist folds. She let out a soft moan as he filled her, her body moving against his.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She let out a soft moan as he filled her, her body moving against his. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He began to stroke her, his fingers gentle as they circled her sensitive nub.
She let out a soft moan, her body arching against his. He moved faster, his hips thrusting against hers. She let out a soft moan as he filled her, her body moving against his.
“Yes, yes,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
He let out a growl as he filled her, his fingers stroking her clit. She let out a soft moan as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. He let out a growl as he followed, his seed filling her.
They stood there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming fast. She let out a soft sigh as he pulled out, her body still humming with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and husky.
He nodded, his eyes filled with desire.
“It was,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “But it’s not over yet.”
He picked her up, his arms wrapping around her. He carried her to the bed, his body covering hers. He began to move again, his hips thrusting against hers. She let out a soft moan as he filled her, her body moving against his.
They moved together, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming fast. The night was young, and they had all the time in the world. They would explore each other, their desires and pleasure, again and again.
The Indian beauty was temptation incarnate, and the man was more than happy to indulge.
