In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood before a full-length mirror. She was completely nude, her curves on full display. The woman was of Indian descent, her caramel skin glowing in the soft light. She admired her reflection, her full breasts and round hips, before turning to reveal the curve of her backside. She was a babe, a goddess, and she knew it.
She heard the door open behind her and a low murmur of a man’s voice. She turned to see him, a tall and handsome man with piercing eyes. He was dressed in a suit, his tie loosened and shirt unbuttoned. He was the one who had convinced her to be here, to explore this forbidden desire.
He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her waist. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as his fingers traced the curve of her hips. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
He moved down further, his lips finding their way to her stomach and lower. He knelt before her, his hands parting her thighs. She looked down at him, her breath hitching as she anticipated his next move. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her hips bucking as he explored her folds. He found her clit, his tongue swirling around it. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He stood up, his lips glistening with her wetness. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned, her hands reaching down to undo his belt. She freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around it. She stroked him, her thumb rubbing the tip. He moaned, his head falling back.
She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She positioned herself above his cock, slowly lowering herself onto it. He gasped, his hands gripping her hips. She started to move, grinding her hips against his. He groaned, his eyes rolling back.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She kissed him, their tongues dancing together. She picked up the pace, riding him harder and faster. He moaned, his hands gripping her ass. She moaned, her head thrown back.
He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. He started to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back. He leaned down, his lips finding her ear.
“You like that?” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting his.
He thrust deeper, hitting her spot. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. He continued to thrust, driving her closer to the edge. She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She did, her body shaking as she came. He thrust a few more times before following her, his body shuddering as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined. They knew this was forbidden, but they couldn’t help themselves. They wanted each other, and they weren’t going to deny themselves this pleasure. They would continue to meet in secret, to explore this forbidden desire. They would continue to indulge in the forbidden fruit.
