It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a quiet corner of the city, a tall building stood, its windows glowing with a soft yellow light. Inside one of those windows, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the curtains.
She was a beauty, with long black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and curves that could make a man’s knees weak. She was an Indian babe, her skin a rich shade of brown, and her body thick and voluptuous. She was naked, her body bared to the night air, and she was looking out at the city below, her eyes filled with longing.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and she turned, her heart racing. She walked across the room, her hips swaying, and she opened the door. On the other side stood a man, his eyes dark with desire. He was tall and handsome, with a body that was lean and muscular.
He stepped inside, and he took her in his arms, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, and stroking her curves. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening, and her pussy growing wet.
He broke the kiss, and he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, and she sighed with pleasure. He moved lower, his mouth finding her nipples, and he sucked and bit at them, making her gasp.
He knelt before her, and he spread her legs, his eyes fixed on her pussy. It was wet and swollen, and he could see the outline of her clit. He leaned in, and he licked her, his tongue flicking over her clit, making her moan. She reached down, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he licked and sucked at her.
He stood up, and he kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and she ground her pussy against his cock, feeling it harden. He carried her to the bed, and he laid her down, his body covering hers.
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her pussy, filling her up. She moaned, her back arching, as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him stroke for stroke, her body moving with his, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together.
He rolled over, taking her with him, so that she was on top. She rode him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual dance, her breasts bouncing as she moved. He reached up, and he cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. She leaned forward, and she kissed him, their tongues twisting together.
He rolled them over again, so that he was on top. He thrust harder now, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper into her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, her body moving with his. She could feel the orgasm building, her muscles clenching, her body tensing.
He thrust harder, faster, and she cried out, her body shaking as the orgasm hit her. He followed her, his body stiffening, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love, and he smiled down at her, his eyes filled with desire.
They fell asleep like that, their bodies tangled together, their hearts beating as one. And as the night wore on, the city outside continued to sleep, unaware of the passion that had been unleashed within the walls of that one room.
