In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door, her silhouette illuminated by the fading sunlight seeping through the curtains. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back in thick, luscious waves, the ends brushing against the soft curve of her bare bottom. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the dim light, every inch of her on display.
The Indian beauty ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a soft sigh as she stared out the window. The tension in her shoulders was evident, the weight of the world pressing down on her. She was a woman of passion, her desires burning bright, but she had been left unsated for too long.
A low murmur broke the silence, the sound of the door closing behind him. The woman’s heart skipped a beat as she felt his presence, the anticipation building within her. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. He was a man of power, his gaze intense and unyielding. But she saw something else in him, a hunger that mirrored her own.
He crossed the room, his movements deliberate and confident. He stopped in front of her, their bodies almost touching. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the touch sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.
She smiled, her eyes shining with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and eliciting soft moans from her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. His hands continued their exploration, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She let out a soft moan as he pinched her nipples, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. He continued his assault, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He knelt before her, his hands parting her thighs. She looked down at him, her breath hitching as she anticipation built. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath warm against her skin.
She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, yours.”
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair as he licked and sucked her clit. He slid a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. She was wet, her body ready for him.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her. She gasped, her head falling back as he filled her. He started to move, his thrusts hard and deep.
She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her. He was relentless, his hips pistoning as he chased his release. She could feel her own orgasm building, her body tense and ready.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice rising as she climaxed. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He slowly pulled out, setting her down on shaky legs.
“Wow,” she breathed, a smile playing on her lips.
He grinned, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I told you you were mine.”
She nodded, her eyes shining with love. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
