The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lush garden. Among the greenery, a figure stood, her black hair cascading down her back in waves. She was a woman of Indian descent, her curves full and inviting. Her nude body was a testament to her beauty, the curves of her hips and breasts drawing the eye.
She was not alone in the garden. A man approached her, his footsteps quiet on the grass. He, too, was Indian, his skin a warm brown in the moonlight. His eyes traced over her body, taking in every inch of her.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. His hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her close. She could feel his erection pressing against her back, hard and ready.
His lips found her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body moving against his.
He continued to tease her, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. She could feel herself growing wet, her body ready for him.
He spun her around, his mouth finding hers. She opened to him, their tongues dancing together. His hands moved down, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her, and she moaned, grinding against him.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her body. He knelt before her, his mouth finding her pussy. She gasped as his tongue found her clit, licking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. She moaned, her hands finding his head, holding him in place.
He slid a finger inside of her, his mouth still on her clit. She moaned, her body moving against his finger. He added a second finger, his mouth working her clit. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body trembling.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, ready for him. He slid inside of her, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size.
He began to move, his thrusts hard and fast. She met him, her hips rising to meet his. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body trembling.
He thrust harder, his body tensing. She could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling inside of her.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his thrusts getting erratic.
“Me too,” she gasped, her body trembling.
He thrust one last time, his body shuddering. She could feel him cumming inside of her, filling her completely. She followed, her body trembling as she came.
He pulled out of her, his body spent. She collapsed onto the grass, her body spent. They lay there, their bodies entwined, the night air cooling their skin.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, the night air cooling their skin. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lush garden. And in the distance, the whispers of their lovemaking lingered in the air, a testament to their passion.
