The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the swaying leaves of the mango tree and the glistening petals of the hibiscus flowers. Underneath the tree, a woman with a cascade of black hair stood, her body naked and radiant in the moonlight. She was an Indian woman, her curves full and supple, her skin the color of rich earth. She was a babe, a goddess, a creature of uninhibited desire.
She was not alone. A man approached her, his footsteps soft upon the grass. His eyes were fixed upon her, taking in every inch of her luscious form. He too was an Indian, his body toned and muscular, his skin dark and smooth. He wore only a pair of low-slung pants, his arousal evident in the bulge that strained against the fabric.
He stopped in front of her, their eyes locked. He reached out, his fingers tracing a line down her arm, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard and aching.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining, tasting the sweetness of each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and sliding down to her hips. She moaned into his mouth, her body on fire with need.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands continued to explore her body, his fingers finding her slick and ready. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him.
He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She rocked her hips, grinding against his hand, desperate for more. He obliged, his fingers moving faster, deeper, driving her wild with pleasure.
She cried out, her orgasm shuddering through her body, leaving her breathless and weak. He didn’t let up, his fingers continuing to move, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
Finally, he stopped, his fingers slipping out of her. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He smiled, his eyes dark with hunger. He hooked his thumbs into his pants, pulling them down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.
She dropped to her knees, her mouth open and eager. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she sucked him deeper, harder.
She bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper still. He was close, she could feel it, his cock swelling in her mouth. She pulled back, her lips leaving a wet trail along his shaft.
She stood, turning around, her back to him. She bent over, her hands braced on the ground, her ass in the air. He stepped forward, his cock pressing against her slick entrance.
He thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. He started to move, his hips pistoning, his cock driving deeper with each stroke.
Their bodies slapped together, the sound mingling with their moans and gasps. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and pinching. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her muscles clenching around him.
He grunted, his cock swelling, his release close. He pulled out, his cum spurting onto her back, marking her as his.
They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies spent, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They lay there, their limbs entwined, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
The night was still, the garden silent. The moon cast its glow upon them, a witness to their passion. They were two bodies, two souls, united in the dance of love.
And as the night wore on, they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
