In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood facing away from the window. The golden light from behind her illuminated her silhouette, creating a striking and seductive image. Her thick, curvaceous figure was accentuated by the delicate fabric of her saree, clinging to her hips and pooling at her feet. She was an Indian beauty, unaware of the desire she was stirring in the man who watched her.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her form. She was a goddess, a work of art, and he was captivated. As he drew closer, he reached out and gently traced the curve of her waist, feeling her shiver at his touch. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his with a spark of curiosity and intrigue.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. His hands wandered up her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned softly, pressing herself closer to him.
He slowly began to undress her, his fingers trembling with desire. He slipped the blouse from her shoulders, revealing her ample cleavage. She wore no bra, her dark nipples hardening in the cool air. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him close.
He continued to explore her body, his lips and hands moving lower and lower. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly lifted the skirt of her saree. She blushed, but did not stop him. He kissed her thighs, his tongue tracing a path up to her lacy underwear. He nuzzled her through the fabric, inhaling her scent.
With a flick of his fingers, he tore the underwear from her body. She gasped, but did not protest. He spread her legs wider, exposing her pink pussy to his gaze. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He licked and sucked at her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She trembled, her legs shaking as she tried to keep herself upright. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wet heat surround him. She was so tight, so hot. He added a second finger, stretching her as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.
She came hard, her body shaking as she screamed his name. He did not stop, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring her to another orgasm. She came again, her legs giving out as she collapsed against him.
He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his eyes raking over her naked body. She was beautiful, a work of art. He could not resist her any longer.
He climbed on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back as he began to move.
He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and teased her, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. She came again, her pussy tightening around his cock as he groaned and filled her with his seed.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they drifted off to sleep. She was his, his Indian beauty, his goddess. And he would never let her go.
