It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her raven black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. She was a stunning Indian woman, with curves that could make a man’s knees weak. She was a thick Indian babe, and she knew it.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a man approaching her. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was completely naked, his cock standing at attention. He was a white man, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together in a primal rhythm. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and across her collarbone. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. He continued his descent, licking and sucking on her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her belly button. He swirled his tongue around it, making her giggle. He continued down, his lips brushing against the soft curls of her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.
He parted her legs, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked on it, making her moan louder. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness. He added a second finger, fucking her with them. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock brushing against her wetness. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. He entered her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He started to thrust, each one harder than the last. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, making her moan louder.
She could feel herself getting close, her body trembling with pleasure. He could feel it too, his thrusts becoming erratic. She moaned, her body tensing up. He thrust one last time, deep inside of her. She screamed, her orgasm washing over her. He groaned, his own orgasm following hers.
They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies spent. They lay there, their limbs entwined, their hearts beating as one. They didn’t need to say anything, their bodies had spoken for them.
As the night wore on, they lay there, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this. They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The end.
