In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her thick curves beckoning to the darkness. A cascade of black hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends brushing against her round hips. She was an Indian beauty, her exotic allure impossible to resist.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had wanted her since the moment they met, her voluptuous figure and confident demeanor drawing him in. But he had waited, biding his time until she was ready.
Tonight, she was ready.
She moved slowly, her body swaying to an unheard rhythm. The soft glow of the lanterns cast flickering shadows across her skin, highlighting the curves and hollows of her form. He stepped closer, unable to resist the pull of her seductive dance.
As he approached, she turned, her dark eyes meeting his. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she reached out, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. He shuddered, his cock already hard and aching for her touch.
She led him to the bed, her hands never leaving his body. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their limbs tangling together as they kissed. Their tongues danced, exploring and tasting each other as they reveled in the heat of their connection.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck as she made her way to his chest. She licked and nibbled at his nipples, her teeth scraping gently against the sensitive skin. He groaned, his hips bucking as she took him in her hand, her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft.
She stroked him, her grip firm and sure as she worked him to the edge. He gasped, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as she licked and sucked at his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her close as she took him deeper into her mouth.
She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself on the brink, his balls tightening as she sucked harder, her fingers still working his shaft. He cried out, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her mouth.
She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips. She crawled up his body, her breasts brushing against his chest as she straddled him. He could feel her heat, her wetness slick against his cock as she positioned herself above him.
She lowered herself onto him, her pussy enveloping his length in a hot, wet embrace. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move, her body rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm.
She moaned, her head thrown back as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around him as she neared her peak. He reached up, his fingers finding her clit, the hard nub already slick with her arousal.
He rubbed her, his fingers working in time with her movements. She cried out, her pussy tightening around him as she came, her hot release coating his cock. He groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled her, his seed mingling with hers.
They lay there, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets.
She looked at him, her eyes soft and full of desire. “Again,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
He smiled, his hands already moving to her body, ready to start all over again.
They would continue like this, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. A dance of passion and pleasure, of love and desire.
A dance that would last all night, and into the dawn.
