In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, shimmering in the scant light. She was a voluptuous Indian woman, with curves in all the right places. Her thick thighs and round hips were a testament to her heritage, and her full breasts begged to be touched.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, but never had the courage to approach her. She was a woman who exuded confidence and sexuality, and he was but a mere mortal in her presence.
But tonight, something came over him. He couldn’t resist the allure of her body, the way she moved with grace and sensuality. He took a step towards her, his heart pounding in his chest.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes piercing his soul. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made his knees weak. She crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.
He obeyed, unable to resist her command. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, tentatively touching her arm. She shivered at his touch, a small moan escaping her lips.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She melted into him, her body molding to his. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her breath hot against his skin.
He moved down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kissed her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her wet and ready. He licked her, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around him.
He knew she was ready. He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and throbbing. He teased her entrance, sliding in slowly. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.
He thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room. He started a rhythm, his hips moving in time with hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving as one.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, feeling her walls tighten around him. She moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
He felt her climax, her walls pulsing around him. He followed soon after, his release filling her. They stood there, panting and spent.
He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs. She turned to face him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Again,” she whispered.
And so they did, over and over again, until the break of dawn.
