In the dimly lit room, a thick, nude Indian woman with long, black hair stood before the full-length mirror. She admired her curvaceous figure, the way her dark skin glowed in the soft light. She ran her fingers over her rounded hips, her full breasts, feeling the heat of her own body. She was a woman who knew her own desires, and she was ready to indulge them.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was, the man who had been pursuing her for weeks. She had resisted his advances, teasing him, flirting with him, but never giving in. Until now.
She opened the door, and he stood there, a handsome man with piercing eyes and a seductive smile. He took in her naked form, his gaze lingering on her curves. “You are beautiful,” he said, his voice low and deep.
She stepped aside, inviting him in. He crossed the threshold, and she closed the door behind him. They stood for a moment, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable.
He took a step towards her, and she did not move. He reached out, tracing a finger down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She shivered, and he smiled. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, and she responded, her mouth opening to his invasion.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, and she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.
He knelt before her, his mouth finding her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, and she cried out, her head thrown back. He moved lower, his mouth exploring her body, his tongue tracing a path to her navel, and she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
He reached her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and she looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire. He smiled up at her, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving into her folds, and she cried out, her legs trembling.
He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in, and she was lost, her hips bucking, her moans filling the room. He brought her to the brink, and then he stopped, standing up, his mouth glistening with her juices.
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, and he smiled. He picked her up, carrying her to the bed, and laying her down. He knelt between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against her folds, and she whimpered, her hips rising to meet him.
He entered her, slowly at first, and then with more urgency, and she cried out, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, his hips thrusting, and she met him, her hips rising to meet his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and he rubbed, and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed her, his cock pulsing, his seed filling her.
They lay there, spent, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, and he smiled down at her. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She smiled, her fingers tracing his lips. “I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I’ve wanted you.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync, and they knew that this was just the beginning.
