The full moon cast its silvery light onto the balcony, illuminating the figure of a woman standing at the railing. She was completely nude, her black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. A faint breeze teased at the curtains, causing them to sway gently behind her. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and soft in the moonlight.
He watched her from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been admiring her from afar, mesmerized by her grace and sensuality. And now, here she was, within his reach. He stepped out onto the balcony, his eyes never leaving her.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. She turned to face him, her full breasts bouncing softly with the movement. Her dark eyes gleamed with desire.
He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her naked body. He reached out, his fingers tracing a line down her arm. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring each other. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He gasped at her touch, his hips thrusting forward.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck and chest. She licked and nibbled at his nipples, her fingers still stroking his cock. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips.
She knelt before him, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. He moaned, his head falling back.
