In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was completely nude, her curves on full display, each one more alluring than the last. Her thick body was a testament to her Indian heritage, her curves in all the right places.
The man who entered the room couldn’t help but stare at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious form. He had been thinking about this moment for weeks, ever since he had run into his ex-girlfriend at the grocery store. They had exchanged numbers, and he had been counting down the days until he could see her again.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes gleaming with desire. She smiled, slow and seductive, and his heart skipped a beat. He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into his arms and capturing her lips with his own. She responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together as they tasted each other once again.
He ran his hands over her body, cupping her full breasts and teasing her hard nipples. She moaned, pressing herself against him, and he couldn’t help but smile. He had always loved how responsive she was, how she would give herself over to him completely.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and making her gasp. She arched her back, giving him better access to her breasts, and he took full advantage, sucking and biting at her nipples until she was writhing in his arms.
He moved lower, kissing and licking his way down her stomach, and she spread her legs wide, inviting him to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, burying his face between her thighs and licking her wet pussy. She tasted sweet and musky, and he couldn’t get enough.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. She moaned, grinding against his hand, and he added a second finger, stretching her open. She was soaked, her juices flowing freely, and he couldn’t help but be turned on by how wet she was for him.
He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves. He didn’t stop, continuing to flick his tongue against her clit and rub her G-spot until she was begging him to stop.
