In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her long, black hair cascading down her back, stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her nude form. She was a Indian babe, with curves in all the right places, and a confidence that radiated from her. She was every man’s fantasy, and she knew it.
As she turned to the side, she ran her hands over her thick hips, down her thighs, and back up to her full breasts. She let out a soft moan as she pinched her nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. She had been waiting for this moment all night, and she was ready.
He entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He had been thinking about this all day, the way her dark hair would look spread out on the pillow, the sound of her moans as he explored her body. He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet, and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back into him, feeling his hardness against her.
He started with soft kisses, starting at her neck and working his way up to her ear. She shivered as his breath tickled her, and she turned her head to meet his lips. They kissed, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
