In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her raven black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. She was completely nude, her curves and silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps. She was an Indian babe, her skin a warm caramel color, her body full and voluptuous. She ran her hands over her hips, down her thighs, admiring her own form.
Suddenly, she heard the door creak open behind her. She turned to see a man, his eyes wide with desire as he took in the sight of her naked body. He was tall and handsome, with chiseled features and a muscular build. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, making her gasp with pleasure. His hands wandered down to her ass, gripping it firmly, pulling her closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, feeling the heat build between them.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He knelt between her legs, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in.
