In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her long, black hair cascading down her back, stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She was a sight to behold, with her smooth, caramel skin and voluptuous figure. Her full breasts and wide hips were a testament to her Indian heritage, and her thick thighs were toned from years of dancing. She was, indeed, a goddess.
As she turned to face the bed, she saw him lying there, watching her with desire in his eyes. He was a white man, with short, blond hair and a muscular build. He was already naked, his cock hard and ready for her. She smiled, knowing that she had him under her spell.
She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. She leaned down, her hair creating a curtain around their faces, and kissed him deeply. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
She broke the kiss, sitting up and guiding his cock to her entrance. She rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, making her wet and ready for him. He moaned, his hands gripping her hips, urging her to take him inside her. She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, savoring the feeling of him filling her up.
Once he was fully inside her, she began to move, grinding her hips against him. He met her thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself on his thighs, giving him a view of her beautiful body. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching as she moved on top of him.
She reached down, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub slow circles, her moans growing louder as she got closer to orgasm. He watched as she touched herself, his cock twitching inside her. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him deeply.
He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. He began to thrust harder, his cock hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub slow circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
She cried out as she came, her body shaking beneath him. He continued to thrust, chasing his own orgasm. She moaned, her body still sensitive from her own release. He groaned, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
As they lay there, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for this man, who saw her for who she truly was – a goddess. And she knew that she would never let him go.
