In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, her curvaceous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lone table lamp. She was a stunning Indian beauty, with thick black hair cascading down her bare shoulders, and a body that was both voluptuous and alluring.
She was completely nude, her curves on full display. Her thick hips flared out from her narrow waist, leading down to her round, firm buttocks. Her breasts were full and heavy, with dark nipples that were already hard with desire. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her own skin, and shivered with anticipation.
She heard the door open, and turned to see a man enter the room. He was tall, with a muscular build and piercing blue eyes. She knew he wanted her, she could see it in his gaze. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
He groaned, feeling the heat of her body against his. His hands roamed over her curves, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. She moaned, arching her back and pressing herself against him.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth. She responded eagerly, meeting his tongue with her own. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her gasp with pleasure.
He trailed kisses down her neck, moving towards her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
His hands moved down her body, tracing the curves of her hips, and then lower, to her wet and waiting pussy. She was already dripping with desire, and he slid his fingers inside her easily. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He knelt down in front of her, spreading her legs wider. He licked her pussy, tasting her sweetness. She moaned louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He licked and sucked on her clit, making her writhe with pleasure.
She was close, so close to the edge. But she wanted more, she wanted him inside her. She pulled him up, kissing him deeply.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. She pushed back against him, taking him inside her.
He started to move, slowly at first, but then faster and harder. She moaned with each thrust, her fingers digging into the sheets. He reached around, cupping her breasts, and pinching her nipples.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, the moans and gasps of pleasure.
“Yes, yes, harder,” she cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow.
He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her clit. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, and then it crashed over her, making her whole body tremble with pleasure.
He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. She turned around, taking him into her mouth. She sucked and licked him, tasting herself on him. He groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his hot cum filling her mouth.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined. The room was still filled with the scent of their lovemaking, a testament to their passion.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
“I hope not,” she replied, her voice filled with promise.
