The full moon cast a soft glow upon the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman lying on the bed. Her thick, black hair fanned out around her head like a halo, framing her delicate features. She was a vision of beauty, with her caramel skin and generous curves. Her name was Priya, an Indian babe with a body made for sin.
Priya’s breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. She was fast asleep, unaware of the man who had entered the room. He moved quietly, careful not to wake her. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, imagining the things he would do to her.
He approached the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she looked confused, but then she smiled.
“I was wondering when you would come,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
He didn’t say a word, he simply climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. He found none. Instead, he saw desire, raw and unfiltered.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive spots.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He continued his descent, licking and nibbling on her collarbone. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.
He cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. He teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach. He reached her navel, dipping his tongue inside. She giggled, squirming beneath him. He smiled, continuing his journey down her body.
He reached her thighs, spreading them apart. He looked at her pussy, already wet with desire. He leaned in, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t resist any longer.
He licked her pussy, starting at the bottom and slowly moving up. She tasted sweet, like honey. He lapped at her, savoring every moment. He reached her clit, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned, her back arching off the bed.
He inserted a finger into her pussy, feeling her warmth surround him. He added another finger, stretching her out. She was tight, but ready for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his cock. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. He didn’t make her wait any longer.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, slowly at first, but then faster. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in harmony.
He reached down, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. She moaned, her body trembling. He could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He thrust harder, driving into her deeper. She cried out, her body shaking as she came. He followed soon after, filling her with his cum.
He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“I
‘ll never get enough of you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She smiled, her eyes shining with love. “I feel the same way,” she replied.
They lay there, lost in their own world, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore. But for now, they were content to simply be in each other’s arms.
