In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. She was a sight to behold – a voluptuous Indian beauty, her black hair cascading down her back, her curves accentuated by the soft light. She was nude, her back turned to the man who had just entered the room.
He paused, taking in the sight of her. He had always been drawn to her, her strength and sensuality. He approached her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. They didn’t need words. Their bodies spoke the language of lovers, a language born of longing and need.
His hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft skin. She moaned, her head falling back as he trailed kisses down her neck. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. She gasped, her body arching into his touch.
He knelt before her, his hands parting her thighs. She was wet, ready for him. He breathed in her scent, his tongue darting out to taste her. She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair as he licked and sucked at her clit.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She whimpered, pushing back against him. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. He thrust into her, each stroke harder than the last. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, feeling her climax building.
She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed soon after, his seed filling her. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The sun had set, the room bathed in shadows. But they didn’t need light. They had each other, and that was enough.
