In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps. Her skin was a rich, golden hue, a testament to her Indian heritage. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, reaching the curve of her waist. It was easy to see why she was considered such a great beauty, even from this angle.
He had been watching her for some time now, admiring her form from afar. He was a guest in the house, and she was the maid. They had exchanged pleasantries, but he knew that she was off-limits. She was young, likely no older than twenty, and he was a man twice her age. But he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
He approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn around, but he could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder. She shivered, but didn’t pull away.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes wide with surprise. He could see the question in her gaze, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, matching his own. He reached down, his hand cupping her breast. She moaned, her head falling back.
He took advantage of her position, his lips wrapping around her nipple. He sucked, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
He knelt down, his lips pressing against her belly. He could feel her muscles quivering under his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, giving him her silent consent.
He spread her legs, his fingers tracing the lips of her pussy. She was wet, her arousal coating his fingers. He groaned, his cock twitching in his pants. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
She tasted sweet, like honey and spice. He lapped at her, his tongue delving deeper. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. He held her steady, his fingers digging into her thighs.
He could feel her climax building, her moans growing louder. He sucked on her clit, his fingers thrusting into her. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to tease her.
She pushed him away, her breath coming in gasps. He stood up, his eyes meeting hers. She looked dazed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. He smiled, his fingers tracing her lips.
“You taste good,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. He leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, she returned the favor, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He broke the kiss, his hands reaching for the button of his pants. She helped him, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers barely able to encircle him.
He lifted her, his hands gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy grinding against his cock. He groaned, his head falling back.
He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers.
Their lovemaking was passionate, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He could feel another orgasm building, this one stronger than the last. He thrust deeper, his cock hitting her sweet spot.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He followed suit, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat.
They stayed like that for a while, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. He knew that he had crossed a line, but he didn’t care. He had found his muse, his exotic beauty. And he wasn’t going to let her go.
