In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood with her back facing the entrance. Her silhouette was framed by the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow around her. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display. Her thick, Indian hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her round, firm ass. She was a sight to behold, a temptress unveiled.
He entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He had been seducing her all night, their flirtatious banter escalating with each passing moment. He knew she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. He approached her, his footsteps soft against the wooden floor.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. His hands roamed her body, caressing her soft skin. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard, erect nipples. She arched her back, pressing her ass against him.
His lips found hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. She met his kiss with equal passion, their tongues dancing together. His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her wet, throbbing pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick heat. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her. He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit on them, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
His fingers continued to work her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. She was dripping wet, her juices coating his fingers. She was ready for him, her body begging for more.
