In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She had long, raven black hair that cascaded down her back, and her curves were accentuated by the sheer fabric that clung to her body. She was a sight to behold, a thick Indian babe who exuded an aura of seduction and mystery.
His name was Raj, and he had always had a weakness for women with dark hair and exotic features. He had been with many women before, but none of them had captured his heart the way she did. They had been lovers once, but their lives had taken them in different directions. He had never forgotten her, and now that he had the chance to be with her again, he was determined to make the most of it.
They started with a glass of wine, the liquid gold reflecting the fire in their eyes. He watched as she took a sip, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He knew that he wanted her, but he also knew that he needed to take things slow, to let the tension build between them.
He stood up and walked over to her, taking the glass from her hand and placing it on the table. He looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of resistance, but all he saw was desire. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate dance. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed his body.
He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her collarbone. She moaned softly, her breathing becoming ragged as he continued to explore her body. He moved down to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it gently. She gasped, her back arching as he continued to tease her.
He moved his hand down her body, tracing the curve of her waist before reaching her wetness. He stroked her clit gently, feeling her tremble under his touch. She was ready for him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
