The Forbidden Dance

In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her Indian heritage on full display. The curves of her body were accentuated by the soft glow of the lamps, her dark skin glistening in the light. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, reaching the small of her waist. She was a sight to behold, a true Indian babe.

He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He had wanted her from the moment they met, but he had to be patient, had to wait for her to come to him. And now, here she was, standing before him, ready to give herself to him.

He stepped closer to her, his footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder, tracing the curve of her arm. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He turned her around, his eyes meeting hers.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes shining with desire.

He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with need.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

He knelt before her, his lips finding her navel. He traced circles around it with his tongue, causing her to squirm with pleasure. His hands found her ass, cupping and kneading it. He spread her cheeks, his tongue finding her hole. He licked and probed, causing her to moan and gasp.

He stood up, his lips finding hers again. She could taste herself on him, causing her to moan louder. He picked her up, his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes shining with desire. He entered her slowly, inch by inch. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, his thrusts getting harder and faster.

She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and pinched, causing her to moan louder. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his cock. He thrust harder, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

She came hard, her muscles milking his cock. He followed shortly after, his cum filling her up. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They had finally given in to their desires, their bodies becoming one in the most intimate way possible. It was a moment they would never forget, a moment that would bind them together forever.

The end.

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