In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a curvaceous figure stood, her silhouette framed in the open window. The gentle breeze played with the delicate strands of her hair, casting them across her bare shoulders. She was nude, her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowing in the moonlight. A delicate hint of jasmine and sandalwood wafted through the air as she turned to face the man who had just entered the room.
He couldn’t help but stare at her, his eyes taking in the luscious curves of her body. She was a stunning Indian beauty, her thick hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of darkness. Her large, dark eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, and her full lips curved into a knowing smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She took a step closer, her body brushing against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and his heart raced in response.
Without a word, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, her nails gently scraping against his scalp. She pulled him down towards her, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darted out, tracing the outline of his lips before delving inside to explore his mouth.
He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She gasped, her body arching towards him as he continued to caress her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he made his way to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued to tease her.
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first. She was writhing now, her body begging for more. He obliged, his hand sliding down her stomach and towards her wet, waiting pussy.
He slipped a finger inside her, her moans growing louder as he explored her depths. He added a second finger, curling them slightly as he stroked her inner walls. She was close, her body trembling with pleasure.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers still buried inside her. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her fingers gliding up and down his length.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she continued to touch him. He couldn’t take it any longer, he needed to be inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside.
She gasped, her body adjusting to his size. He stilled, giving her time to adjust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He began to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first before picking up speed.
She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the edge.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Cum for me,” she breathed, her nails digging into his back.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He cried out, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was incredible,” she whispered, her hand reaching up to stroke his cheek.
He couldn’t agree more.
