The Black-Haired Indian Maiden

In a dimly lit room, a thick, nude Indian woman with long, black hair stood, her heart pounding in anticipation. The air was thick with desire as she waited for her lover to arrive. She had always been attracted to him, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, but it was his confidence and dominance that truly drew her in.

As if on cue, the door opened, revealing her lover. He approached her, his eyes filled with lust, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, feeling his muscular chest against her back, as they exchanged a passionate kiss.

Their tongues danced together, as he ran his hands down her sides, stopping to cup her full breasts. He pinched her nipples gently, causing her to moan into his mouth. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

She turned around, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She looked up at him with a wicked grin, and took his thick cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, before taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

He groaned, as she began to suck and stroke him, using her other hand to cup his balls. She could feel him getting closer, and she quickened her pace, hungry for his release.

With a final thrust, he came, filling her mouth with his hot, salty cum. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him.

But she wasn’t done yet. She stood up, and led him to the bed, pushing him down onto his back. She climbed on top of him, and slowly lowered herself onto his still hard cock.

She moaned as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He reached up, grabbing her full breasts, and pinching her nipples. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, as he began to thrust up into her. She moaned louder, as he hit her g-spot again and again. She could feel herself getting closer, and she rode him harder, desperate for release.

With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He held her close, as she rode out her orgasm, before collapsing on top of him, spent.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before she climbed off of him. She lay down next to him, her head on his chest, as they both drifted off to sleep, satisfied and content.

The end.

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