The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single candle. The air was thick with anticipation as Shanti, a stunning Indian woman with raven black hair, stood in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. She ran her fingers through her silky hair, letting it cascade down her back, before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell to the ground, revealing her full, firm breasts. She slipped out of her panties next, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
Naked, Shanti admired her reflection in the mirror. She was a sight to behold, with her toned stomach, curvy hips, and long, slender legs. She turned to the side, admiring the way her black hair flowed down her back. She was a thick Indian babe, and she knew it.
Just then, she heard a soft knock at the door. It was Aamir, her lover for the night. He was a handsome man, with dark skin and piercing brown eyes. He was also Indian, and Shanti was drawn to him because of their shared heritage and the way he made her feel.
“Come in,” Shanti called out, her voice husky with desire.
Aamir opened the door and stepped into the room. He took in the sight of Shanti, standing there in all her glory. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he looked at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Shanti smiled and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met in a passionate dance, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
Aamir’s hands roamed over Shanti’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it grow harder with every stroke.
Breaking the kiss, Shanti dropped to her knees in front of Aamir. She undid his pants and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked, savoring the taste of him. She took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and licked.
Aamir groaned, his hands tangled in Shanti’s hair as she sucked his cock. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have her mouth on him. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to be inside her when he did.
Pulling away from Shanti, Aamir picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes,” Shanti moaned, her body writhing beneath him.
Aamir entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Shanti wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the room. Aamir reached down and rubbed Shanti’s clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came.
Aamir couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside her one last time and cummed, his hot seed filling her pussy.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding.
“That was amazing,” Shanti said, her voice soft and breathless.
“Yes, it was,” Aamir agreed, pulling her close.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore.
But for now, they were content to just be in each other’s arms, their bodies still humming from the pleasure they had given each other.
The end.
