In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood facing away from the man who sat on the edge of the bed. She was nude, her voluptuous figure bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns that flickered on the walls. Her thick body was a testament to her Indian heritage, her curves accentuated by the soft light that danced across her skin.
The man’s eyes roamed over her form, taking in the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the roundness of her buttocks. His gaze lingered on the dark triangle of hair that nestled between her thighs, and he felt his desire grow.
“You are beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky.
The woman turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a smile. “You are not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice soft and sultry.
The man stood up, crossing the room to where she stood. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. She sighed, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he trailed kisses along her throat.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned, her hips bucking against him as he slipped a hand between her thighs.
He stroked her gently, his fingers tracing circles around her clit before slipping inside her. She was wet, her pussy tight and hot around his fingers. He flexed them, feeling her muscles clench around him as he moved them in and out.
“Yes,” she breathed, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he continued to touch her. “Just like that.”
He kissed her neck, his lips moving up to her ear as he whispered words of desire and longing. She shivered, her pussy growing wetter as he continued to stroke her.
“I want you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “I want to feel you around me, to hear you scream my name.”
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. “Then take me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on her back. She spread her legs, her pussy glistening in the lantern light.
He knelt between her thighs, his cock hard and aching as he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, her swollen lips, and her heavy breasts.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and intense.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his as he thrust into her.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he filled her. He groaned, his hips pistoning as he began to fuck her.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room as they lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their own as they reached for their release.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around him as she came.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged as they both came down from their high.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Then he pulled out of her, rolling onto his back beside her.
“That was incredible,” he said, his voice still husky with desire.
“Yes,” she agreed, her own voice still breathless. “It was.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. And as the night wore on, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their voices low and intimate in the shadow-filled room.
