In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in. She was a sight to behold, with her thick curves and long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She was an Indian beauty, a babe who knew how to captivate with just a glance.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious body. He had wanted her from the moment they met, and now, as they stood on the precipice of something carnal and intense, he could feel the tension building between them.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in a moment of electric connection. She moved closer, her hips swaying gently as she approached. He could see the desire in her gaze, and it only served to fuel his own.
They came together in a kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate dance. Their hands roamed, exploring each other’s bodies as they stood there, wrapped up in their own little world. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe as he made his way to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she moaned with pleasure. He moved to the other, giving it the same treatment as she ran her fingers through his hair.
She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him as she continued to kiss him. He could feel her heat, her wetness, as she ground against him. He reached down, cupping her ass as he pulled her closer.
