The moon hung full and heavy in the inky sky, casting its silvery glow upon the balcony where a woman stood. She was a beauty, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness, her curves thick and luscious, a true Indian babe.
She stood there, nude, her back to the open night, a soft breeze caressing her bare skin. Her eyes were closed, a small smile playing upon her lips as she savored the sensuality of the moment. She was a vision of beauty, a goddess of the night.
He watched her from the shadows, his desire for her burning like a flame within him. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her thick curves and dark beauty calling to him like a siren’s song. And now, here she was, standing before him, offering herself to him.
He stepped forward, his footsteps silent upon the balcony, and he came to stand behind her. She did not move, did not open her eyes, but she knew he was there. She could feel his presence, his heat, his desire.
He reached out, his hand trembling, and he touched her, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder. She shivered at his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he traced a path down her arm.
He pulled her back against him, his chest pressing against her back, his hardness pressing against her curves. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue tasting her salty skin.
His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, his fingers teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She arched against him, her ass pressing back against his hardness, her moans growing louder as he touched her.
He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and he looked at her, his desire burning bright in his eyes. She smiled, her eyes shining with lust, and she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his hardness.
He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him, her touch setting him on fire. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed her, needed to be inside her.
He picked her up, his hands beneath her ass, and he carried her to the nearby chaise lounge, laying her down upon it. She spread her legs, her eyes locked on his, as he knelt between them.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers, and he kissed her, their tongues dancing together as their bodies pressed close. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She shivered, her breath hitching as he moved lower, his lips and tongue tasting her breasts, her nipples.
He moved further down, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his fingers teasing her wetness. She moaned, her hips bucking as he stroked her, her wetness coating his fingers.
He spread her legs wider, his tongue delving into her wetness, tasting her, savoring her. She cried out, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, holding him close as he licked and sucked on her clit.
He could feel her trembling, her moans growing louder as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. And then she was there, her orgasm crashing through her, her body shaking as she cried out his name.
He moved up, his hardness pressed against her wetness, and he looked into her eyes. She nodded, her eyes shining with desire, and he pushed inside her, filling her completely.
He started to move, his hips thrusting as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. She moaned, her hips meeting his, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her.
He could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening as he fucked her harder and harder. And then he was there, his orgasm crashing through him, his cum filling her as he cried out her name.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. They lay there, their limbs entwined, their breaths mingling, as the moon continued to shine down upon them.
And as they lay there, they knew that this was just the beginning of a long and passionate night together.
