In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display, her curves accentuated by the chiaroscuro effect. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, shimmering like a raven’s wing. She was an Indian beauty, exotic and alluring, her dark eyes heavy with desire.
He watched her from across the room, his gaze transfixed. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her thick figure and sultry demeanor igniting a fire within him. He had been patient, courting her, seducing her with his words and actions. And now, here they were, alone in her room, the tension between them palpable.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face as she saw the desire in his eyes. She moved towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically, her breasts bouncing with each step. He could not help but stare, his cock already hard in his pants.
She reached him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She pulled him close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. She tasted of sweet spices and wine, and he could not get enough.
His hands roamed her body, caressing her soft skin, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. She broke the kiss, her head falling back as he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin.
He knelt before her, his hands on her thick thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. She smiled down at him, her hand reaching down to caress his cheek. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her wet folds. She moaned, her hand tightening in his hair as he licked and sucked her clit.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her wet heat. He added another, fucking her with his fingers as he continued to lick and suck her clit. She was moaning loudly now, her hips grinding against his face. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He stood, his cock straining against his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She reached down, undoing his pants, freeing his cock. She stroked him, her hand slick with his pre-cum. He groaned, his head falling back as she jacked him off.
She stood, pushing him onto the bed. She straddled him, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. She teased him, rubbing her wet folds against his shaft. He growled, his hands reaching up to grab her hips, guiding her down onto his cock.
She sank down onto him, taking him all in. She began to ride him, her hips grinding against his. He watched her, his eyes devouring her thick figure, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as she rode him harder.
He flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. He slammed into her, his hips pistoning as he fucked her hard. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel another orgasm building within her, her muscles tightening around his cock.
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers circling her swollen nub. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. She turned to him, her eyes soft. He smiled down at her, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. They had shared something special, something intense. And he knew that this was just the beginning.
