In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick black hair stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight. She was a stunning Indian babe, her curves accentuated by the nude figure she cut. Her smooth, dark skin glowed with an otherworldly allure, and her long, luscious locks cascaded down her back in a waterfall of midnight.
He watched her from across the room, his gaze fixated on the seductive sight she presented. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her exotic beauty drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had waited patiently, biding his time until the moment was right to make his move.
He crossed the room, his footsteps soft on the plush carpet. She turned as he approached, her dark eyes meeting his with a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her arm. She didn’t pull away, and he took that as a sign to continue.
