In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a curvaceous figure stood facing away from the door. Her silhouette was framed by the light streaming in from the window behind her, casting an ethereal glow around her. She was nude, her smooth, dark skin on full display. Her long, thick hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her voluptuous ass. She was the very image of an Indian goddess, and she knew it.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He had been trying to resist her for weeks, but the temptation was too strong. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her, to the confident way she carried herself, the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her full lips curved into a knowing smile.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. She didn’t turn around, but he could see the slight tilt of her head, as if she knew he was there. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. He reached out a hand, hovering it just above the curve of her hip, before finally making contact. She shivered at his touch, but didn’t move away.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She fit perfectly against him, her body molding to his. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, smooth skin. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his fingers. She moaned, pressing herself closer to him.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her breath hot against his ear. He could feel her heart racing, matching his own. He moved lower, his lips brushing against her shoulder blades, before continuing down her spine. She arched her back, giving him better access to her body.
He reached her ass, his hands gripping the firm globes. He kneaded them, his fingers leaving marks on her skin. She moaned, her hips grinding against him. He could feel her heat, the wetness seeping through her thighs.
He dropped to his knees, his face level with her ass. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her puckered hole. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted musky, her scent filling his nostrils. He licked her again, this time pushing his tongue inside her. She cried out, her body shaking.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his tip pressing against her wet entrance. She pushed back, impaling herself on him. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips.
He started to move, his thrusts slow and steady. She matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, his fingers slick with her juices.
She came with a cry, her body shuddering. He followed soon after, his release filling her. They stood there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still connected.
He pulled out, his cock already starting to soften. She turned around, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
“Again?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
He didn’t need to answer, his body already responding to her touch. She laughed, pulling him back into her embrace. And together, they lost themselves in each other once again.
