In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood in front of the large window, her silhouette framed by the city lights behind her. She was a sight to behold, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the room. She was an Indian babe, thick and voluptuous, her body a testament to the beauty of her heritage.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her, her beauty a siren’s call that he could not resist. He had been patient, taking the time to get to know her, to learn her likes and dislikes. And now, he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He approached her slowly, his movements calculated and deliberate. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her heart racing, matching his own.
He turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her face. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire that mirrored his own. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was slow and passionate, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
He moved his hand down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before sliding it between her legs. She was wet, her pussy begging for his touch. He rubbed her clit, feeling her tremble beneath his fingers.
She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She kissed him deeply, her hands running through his hair. He could feel her wetness through his pants, and he knew that he had to have her.
She undressed him slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She straddled him, her pussy hovering above his cock. He reached up, cupping her breasts as she lowered herself onto him.
She rode him slowly at first, her movements in sync with the moans that escaped her lips. He reached up, pinching her nipples as she picked up the pace. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he held back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.
She leaned back, her hands bracing herself on his thighs. He used this opportunity to reach down, fingering her ass. She moaned, pushing back against his fingers. He knew that she was ready, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He flipped her over, taking control of the rhythm. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of pleasure. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel himself about to cum, and he let himself go.
He pulled out, cumming all over her stomach. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He collapsed next to her, his body spent.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined. He knew that he had found something special in her, something that he had never experienced before. And he knew that he would never let her go.
