The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet Indian village. In a small house on the outskirts of town, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She was a stunning Indian beauty, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back, and curves that could make any man’s heart race. She wore only a sheer silk robe, which did little to hide her naked body beneath.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was, and she had been waiting for this moment all night. She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing her lover standing in the doorway. He was a tall, handsome man, with chiseled features and a muscular build. He wore only a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms, which did little to hide his growing arousal.
Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passion that took her breath away. She responded in kind, her hands roaming over his chest and abs, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently and climbing on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his hard length inside her. But he had other plans.
He began to kiss her neck, nibbling and licking the sensitive skin, causing her to gasp with pleasure. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands, wanting more.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and hands, driving her wild with desire. She begged him to enter her, to take her, but he refused, wanting to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.
