In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair and a voluptuous figure stood by the window, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight. She was a stunning Indian woman, with thick hair that cascaded down her back and curves that could make any man’s heart race. She was completely nude, her smooth skin glowing in the soft light.
Ravi, a young man of 25, entered the room quietly, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure by the window. He had been admiring her from afar, and now that she was so close, he could hardly believe his luck. She turned to face him, her dark eyes sparkling with desire.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
Ravi swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m here now,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
She moved closer to him, her body pressing against his. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, and he could taste the sweetness of her lips.
As they kissed, she ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. He shivered with pleasure, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, nibbling and licking as she went. He moaned with pleasure, his hands gripping her hips as she ground against him.
She knelt before him, her eyes locked on his as she took him in her mouth. He gasped as she swirled her tongue around him, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured him.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and he couldn’t help but moan her name.
“Lakshmi…”
She stood up, her body slick with sweat. She turned around, presenting him with a tantalizing view of her heart-shaped ass. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her from behind.
She moaned, her head thrown back as he thrust into her. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was close. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves. He continued to thrust into her, his own climax building as he felt her muscles contract around him.
With a final thrust, he came, his seed filling her as she milked him for every last drop. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Ravi knew that this was just the beginning. He had found his dark-haired beauty, and he was never going to let her go.
