In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her back facing it. She was completely nude, her curves and silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the middle of her back. She was a voluptuous Indian woman, with thick thighs and a round, firm ass. She was a sight to behold, a true Indian babe.
She heard the door creak open and felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She looked over her shoulder and saw a man, his chiseled chest and abs on full display. He was older, with a distinguished look about him. He was her lover, a man who had traveled the world, but always came back to her.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved down to her shoulder. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as he nibbled on her earlobe, his hands caressing her breasts. She turned around and looked into his eyes, her own passion-filled gaze meeting his.
They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He started to kiss her again, this time starting at her lips and moving down to her chest. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it, causing her to arch her back and moan even louder.
He continued to pleasure her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. She was writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room. He then moved down between her legs and started to lick her pussy, his tongue delving into her folds. She gasped and grabbed onto the sheets, her body trembling as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and she came, her juices flowing freely. He then moved up and entered her, his cock filling her up completely. They started to move together, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. He then picked her up and turned her over, so she was on all fours. He entered her from behind, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
She was moaning loudly, her body moving in time with his. He then reached around and started to play with her clit, causing her to come again. He then pulled out and came, his hot seed spilling onto her back. They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent.
As they lay there, their hearts beating in sync, they knew that this was more than just physical pleasure. It was a connection, a bond that went deeper than anything they had ever experienced before. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that they would never forget this night, this forbidden fruit of the East.
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The story ends here.
