In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the full-length mirror, her raven black hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her thick curves were intoxicating, her caramel skin glowing in the muted light. She was a Indian beauty, her heritage evident in her almond-shaped eyes and the gentle slope of her nose.
She ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her own skin. Her fingers traced the curve of her breasts, the dark nipples peaking under her touch. She moved her hands down, over the roundness of her belly, and lower still, to the thick patch of hair that covered her most intimate of places. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of another.
A soft knock on the door startled her. She opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She walked over to the door, her hips swaying seductively, and opened it a crack. On the other side stood a man, his eyes dark with desire. He was tall and lean, his skin a few shades lighter than hers. His eyes travelled over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice low and husky. She nodded, stepping aside to allow him entry. He closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a step towards her, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.
His other hand came up, cupping her breast. He squeezed gently, his thumb rubbing over the hard nipple. She gasped, her body responding to his touch. He moved closer, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue demanded entry, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to explore.
His hands roamed over her body, caressing and kneading her flesh. She could feel his growing arousal pressed against her belly. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He was hard, the shaft pulsing in her hand. She stroked him, her fingers gliding easily over the slick head.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her body trembling under his touch.
He moved lower still, his lips brushing against the soft curls that covered her mound. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. He parted her lips, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was wet, her juices coating his tongue. He lapped at her, his tongue delving deeper. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He moved his fingers to her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of her. He circled her clit, feeling it swell under his touch. He moved his fingers lower, pushing inside her. She was tight, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He moved his fingers in and out, his thumb still circling her clit.
She was panting now, her body writhing under his touch. He could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He quickened his pace, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He stood, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. He pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping him. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size.
He moved slowly at first, his hips rocking gently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.
She was close again, her body trembling with anticipation. He could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his cock. He moved faster, his thrusts becoming harder. She cried out, her body shaking as she came. He followed her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They lay there, their hearts beating in sync. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing.
She looked at him, her eyes soft. “Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, his eyes shining with desire. “Again,” he replied, his voice filled with promise.
