The moon shone brightly in the clear night sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman stood in front of the floor-length window, her silhouette framed perfectly in the glass. She was nude, her thick black hair cascading down her back in soft waves, the ends brushing against the curve of her round, firm ass. She was an Indian beauty, with caramel colored skin and curves that could make a man weak in the knees.
As she stood there, she felt a shiver run down her spine, goosebumps pebbling her skin. She was being watched. She could feel it. Turning around slowly, she scanned the dark room behind her, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. And that’s when she saw him.
He was sitting in the corner, his muscular form barely visible in the shadows. He was watching her, his gaze intense and hungry. She recognized him immediately. He was the man she had met at the bar earlier that night. They had shared a few drinks, a few laughs, and he had followed her back to her place.
She moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively. He stood up as she approached, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the bulge in his pants, his need for her evident. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his cock. He groaned, his head falling back.
She slowly undressed him, her fingers lingering on his muscular chest, his abs, his thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his desire for her palpable. She knelt down in front of him, her eyes locked on his. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm. He groaned, his head falling forward.
She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He moaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair. She sucked him deeper, her mouth full of him. She could feel him getting harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent. She took him all the way in, her nose brushing against his pubic bone.
He pulled her up, his lips crashing down on hers. They kissed fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance. He picked her up, his hands gripping her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bedroom, their lips never parting.
He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her wet pussy, his need for her evident. He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her gently, her moans growing louder.
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding in easily. She was so wet, so ready for him. He started thrusting slowly, his hips moving in rhythm with hers. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed her gently, his thumb circling her swollen bud. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building. He rubbed her faster, his fingers working her clit in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her back arching off the bed.
She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. He followed quickly after, his cock twitching inside her. They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined.
They dozed off, their bodies still entangled. When they woke up, they did it all over again. And again. And again.
It was a night of passion, a night of pleasure. A night they would never forget.
