The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was a woman of substance, with curves that could make any man’s heart race. Her black hair cascaded down her back, falling in soft waves to her waist.
She was naked, her dark skin glowing in the moonlight. She was an Indian beauty, with full breasts and wide hips. Her ass was round and ripe, tempting any man who laid eyes on it. She was a woman who knew her power, and she wasn’t afraid to use it.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and she turned to answer it. Standing in the hallway was a man, his eyes wide with desire. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and jet-black hair. He was an Indian man, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his. They stood there for a moment, their breaths heavy with desire.
He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. She opened her mouth, their tongues dancing together in a passionate dance.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. She moaned, her head falling back as he nibbled on her earlobe. He made his way down to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he sucked and bit at her sensitive flesh.
He moved down further, his lips finding her wetness. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, her hips bucking against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. She turned around, her ass presented to him. He stepped forward, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. She moaned, her head falling back as he filled her up.
He started to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending her over the edge again.
He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. She turned around, her eyes wide with desire. He grabbed her, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He thrust up, his cock sliding into her wet pussy.
He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass. She moaned, her head falling back as he filled her up. She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his cock.
He thrust harder, his cock hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He grunted, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They stood there for a moment, their breaths heavy with exhaustion. He slowly lowered her to the ground, his cock slipping out of her. She turned around, her eyes locked on his.
They stood there for a moment, their bodies glistening with sweat. They didn’t need words, their bodies had said it all. They were two people, brought together by desire.
She turned around, walking back to the window. She looked out, the moon still hanging high in the sky. She was a woman of substance, with curves that could make any man’s heart race. And she was proud of it.
He walked up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. She leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder. They stood there, watching the night sky. Together.
