In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lone lamp in the corner. Her skin was a rich shade of brown, and her curves were thick and inviting. She was an Indian beauty, her long, black hair cascading down her back in waves.
She had been waiting for him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had wanted him for so long, and now, finally, he was here. She could hear him enter the room, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what was to come.
He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious body. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, her skin glowing in the low light. He reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder, and she shivered at his touch.
He turned her around, and their eyes met. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with desire. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, and she responded eagerly. Their tongues danced together, and she could feel the heat building between them.
His hands began to wander, caressing her body, and she moaned softly as he touched her. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, and she arched her back, pressing herself against him.
He reached down, cupping her breasts in his hands, and she gasped as he pinched her nipples. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, and she cried out, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued to explore her body, his hands and mouth leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She was writhing beneath him, her body begging for more. He slid his hand between her legs, and she spread them eagerly, allowing him access.
He stroked her clit, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her muscles clenching around him. He added a second finger, and she moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
He continued to finger her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She was panting, her body begging for release. He leaned down, whispering in her ear.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
“Yes,” she gasped, her body trembling with need.
He continued to finger her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow circles. She was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, and he knew she was close.
He increased the pressure, his thumb moving faster, and she cried out, her body trembling as she came. He continued to finger her, drawing out her orgasm, and she moaned, her body limp and sated.
He pulled his fingers out, and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, and she could taste herself on his lips.
He broke the kiss, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions.
“What now?” she asked, her voice soft and trembling.
He smiled, his eyes filled with desire.
“Now, I take you,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
He turned her around, and she bent over, presenting herself to him. He stepped forward, positioning himself behind her. He reached down, stroking his cock, and she looked back at him, her eyes filled with anticipation.
He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, and she moaned, her muscles clenching in anticipation. He pushed forward, and she gasped as he entered her.
He began to thrust, and she moaned, her body moving with his. He reached around, stroking her clit, and she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
He increased his pace, and she moaned louder, her body begging for more. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he was close. He reached down, grabbing her hips, and he pulled her back, impaling her on his cock.
He cried out, his orgasm ripping through him, and he filled her with his cum. She moaned, her body trembling as she came again, her muscles clenching around his cock.
He pulled out, and she turned around, looking up at him, her eyes filled with
