In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her back facing the entrance. She was completely nude, her thick black hair cascading down her shoulders and back. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places. Her olive skin glowed in the soft light, and her full hips begged to be touched.
She traced her fingers along her waist, down to her hips, and then to her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and imagined the touch of a man, his rough hands exploring her body. She let out a soft moan as she touched herself, her fingers finding their way to her wet pussy.
Just then, the door creaked open, and a man entered the room. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes. He had been watching her from the shadows, admiring her beauty and sensuality.
She turned around to face him, her eyes wide with desire. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out and touched his chest, feeling his heart pounding under her fingertips.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands over her curves, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
