The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the bedroom, illuminating the curves and contours of Radhika’s luscious body. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her bare, naked shoulders, the strands shimmering like an inky river as it flowed over her smooth, caramel skin. The Indian beauty stood at the window, the gentle summer breeze playing with her locks, her body bathed in a soft, ethereal light.
Radhika felt a shiver run down her spine as she heard the soft footsteps approaching her from behind. She closed her eyes, anticipation building up inside her, her heart pounding in her chest. The presence behind her was familiar, yet the thrill of the unknown sent a jolt of electricity through her veins. Slowly, ever so gently, a pair of hands began to caress her shoulders, the fingers tracing delicate patterns on her bare skin.
She let out a soft sigh as the hands began to explore her body, the touch igniting a fire deep within her core. The hands moved lower, cupping her full, heavy breasts, the thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Radhika arched her back, pressing her body into the hands, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged.
The lips found her neck, the warm breath sending shivers down her spine. The tongue darted out, tasting her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Radhika moaned, her body trembling with desire, her hands reaching behind her, searching for the source of her pleasure. She found the hard length pressing against her, the man’s desire evident in the way he groaned into her neck.
