The Temptation of the Indian Goddess

In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood before the full-length mirror. She was an Indian babe, and her curves were intoxicating. Her olive skin glowed in the soft light, and her eyes were heavy with desire. She was nude, save for the diamond necklace that sparkled against her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back. She was ready.

Across the room, a man watched her. He was a stranger to her, but she had invited him into her home. He was drawn to her, and he couldn’t resist her allure. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

She turned to face him, her eyes smoldering. “You have no idea,” she replied, her voice husky.

He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away. “Not yet,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

She led him to the bed, her hips swaying seductively. She pushed him down onto the mattress, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She straddled him, her wetness already seeping through her silk panties.

She began to grind against him, her breath hitching as she felt him harden beneath her. She leaned down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth. He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip her hips.

She sat up, her breasts bouncing in front of him. She pulled off her panties, revealing her shaved pussy. She was already wet, and she knew he could see it. She leaned down again, her nipples brushing against his chest.

She began to move her hips again, grinding against him in slow circles. He was panting now, his hands gripping her hips tighter. She leaned down to kiss him again, her tongue exploring his mouth.

She reached down between them, her fingers finding his cock. She stroked him, her hand slick with her wetness. He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her.

She positioned herself above him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice husky.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.

She lowered herself onto him, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her head falling back. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth. He met her thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together. She leaned down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth.

She reached down to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed it in circles, her moans growing louder. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around his cock.

She threw her head back, her body shaking as she came. He followed quickly after, his cock twitching inside her.

She collapsed on top of him, her body slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, his heart pounding in his chest.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined. She looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “That was just the beginning,” she said, her voice husky.

He groaned, his body already responding to her words. He knew he was in for a long night.

And he couldn’t wait.

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