In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a full, voluptuous figure stood before a mirror. She was completely nude, her curves and dark skin illuminated by the soft glow of the room’s lamps. She was an Indian woman, her thick body a testament to her heritage. She was a babe, a goddess, and she knew it.
She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts. Her nipples were hard, erect with desire. She let out a soft moan as she touched herself, her fingers tracing a path down her stomach and to the wetness between her legs.
She closed her eyes, imagining the man who would soon be touching her. He was a white man, tall and muscular. He had been pursuing her for weeks, his advances becoming more and more bold. She had resisted at first, but she could no longer deny the attraction she felt for him.
She heard the door open and felt his presence behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he kissed her neck, his hands wandering over her body.
He turned her around, his eyes roaming over her naked form. She blushed, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. But she could see the desire in his eyes, and it only served to fuel her own.
He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her and teasing her. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She moaned, her back arching as she pressed her breasts closer to him.
He moved his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing now, her body on fire with desire. He moved his hands down her body, teasing her wetness with his fingers.
She gasped as he entered her, his fingers sliding in easily. She was so wet, so ready for him. He began to move his fingers, fucking her slowly at first and then faster. She moaned, her hips bucking as she met his thrusts.
He pulled his fingers out, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide and admiring the view. She was beautiful, her pussy glistening with wetness.
He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers. She cried out as he licked her, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit and driving her wild.
She came hard, her body shaking as she screamed his name. He continued to lick her, bringing her down from her high and then building her up again.
She was ready for him now, her body begging for more. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
He entered her slowly, letting her body adjust to his size. She moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his thrusts. He began to move faster, his hips slapping against hers.
She cried out as he hit her spot, her body trembling with pleasure. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own release.
He came with a shout, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her. She moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. He smiled back, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
They fell asleep like that, their bodies entwined and their hearts full of love. And in the morning, they would wake up and do it all over again.
