In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, her dark black hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was nude, her curves on full display, her thick body a testament to her Indian heritage. She was a babe, her full hips and heavy breasts beckoning to be touched, to be worshipped. She turned to the side, admiring her form, her thick thighs and round ass, the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She was a goddess, and she knew it.
She heard the door open behind her, and she turned to see him enter. He was a tall, handsome man, his body lean and muscular. He was dressed in a suit, his dark hair contrasting with the crisp white shirt. He looked at her, his eyes taking in her form, and she saw the desire in his gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky.
She smiled, her full lips curving up in a seductive smile. “And you’re overdressed,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He shrugged off his suit jacket, his muscles rippling under the fine material. He undid his tie, his fingers working quickly, and then he was undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
She watched him, her eyes taking in his form, the way his muscles moved under his skin. She felt a stirring in her belly, a desire that she couldn’t ignore.
He crossed the room, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She opened her mouth, her tongue meeting his, and she felt a jolt of desire run through her body.
His hands were on her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She felt his touch everywhere, her skin tingling under his touch. He moved his lips, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back, giving him better access to her neck.
His hands were on her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples, and she gasped, her body arching into his touch. He moved his mouth down, his lips wrapping around her nipple, and she cried out, her hands reaching out to tangle in his hair.
He moved his hand down, his fingers tracing a path down her belly, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He reached her pussy, his fingers sliding through her folds, and she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.
He moved his fingers, his thumb rubbing her clit, and she gasped, her body trembling under his touch. He moved his fingers, sliding them inside her, and she moaned, her body arching up to meet his touch.
He moved his fingers, fucking her with them, and she moaned, her hands reaching out to tangle in the sheets. She felt the pressure building inside her, the desire that she couldn’t ignore.
He moved his fingers faster, his thumb still rubbing her clit, and she felt the pressure building, her body trembling under his touch. She felt the orgasm building inside her, the pleasure that she couldn’t ignore.
She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He moved his fingers, drawing out the orgasm, and she moaned, her body trembling under his touch.
He moved his fingers, his thumb still rubbing her clit, and she moaned, her body still trembling from the orgasm. She felt him move, his body covering hers, and she felt the head of his cock probing at her entrance.
He pushed inside her, filling her completely, and she moaned, her hands reaching out to tangle in his hair. He moved his hips, fucking her slowly, and she moaned, her body arching up to meet his.
He moved his hips faster, fucking her harder, and she moaned, her body trembling under his touch. She felt the pleasure building inside her, the desire that she couldn’t ignore.
He moved his hips faster, fucking her harder, and she moaned, her body trembling under his touch. She felt the orgasm building inside her, the pleasure that she couldn’t ignore.
She cried
