The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as I waited for her to arrive. I had seen her before, at the local market, her raven-black hair catching the sunlight as she browsed the stalls. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that was intoxicating.
I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, imagining what it would be like to have her in my arms, to feel her body pressed against mine. And now, here she was, standing in front of me, her eyes smoldering with desire.
She moved towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically as she closed the distance between us. I reached out, my fingers brushing against her silky hair, and pulled her close. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as we tasted the sweetness of desire.
Her hands roamed my body, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles as she explored every inch of me. I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own. She pulled away, her eyes glinting with mischief as she reached for the buttons of my shirt. One by one, she undid them, her fingers lingering on my chest as she exposed my skin.
I helped her out of her dress, my fingers trembling with excitement as I revealed her curves. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her skin smooth and soft, her body toned and firm. She wore no underwear, her pussy shaved smooth and inviting.
We fell onto the bed, our bodies entwined as we explored each other. Her fingers danced across my chest, tracing patterns on my skin as she made her way down to my cock. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers tightening as she began to stroke me.
I groaned with pleasure, my hips bucking as she worked her magic. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of my cock. I shuddered with pleasure, my hands reaching out to grip her hair as she took me into her mouth.
She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around my cock as she took me deeper. I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I prepared to cum. But she wasn’t ready for me to finish yet. She pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as she positioned herself above my cock. She reached down, her fingers finding her pussy and guiding me inside. I groaned with pleasure as I felt her warmth envelop me, her muscles tightening around me as she began to ride me.
We moved together, our bodies in sync as we fucked each other. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against my chest as she kissed me. I could feel her breath hot against my ear as she whispered dirty things to me, urging me on as we fucked.
She rode me harder, her hips bucking as she took me deeper. I reached up, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them gently. She gasped with pleasure, her pussy tightening around me as she came.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt myself on the brink, my balls tightening as I prepared to cum. She felt it too, her pussy tightening around me as she urged me on. I groaned with pleasure, my cock exploding inside her as I came.
We lay there, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. The room was still, the only sound our heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. It had been a night to remember, a night of passion and desire that I would never forget.
The Indian babe looked at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure.
I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. “Yes, it was,” I replied, pulling her close.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we drifted off to sleep, our dreams filled with the passion and desire that had brought us together.
