In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the warm glow of the setting sun. She was an Indian beauty, with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her curves were generous, and she moved with a grace that was captivating.
She heard the door open behind her, and turned to see a man enter. He was tall, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He moved towards her, his eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her body molding against his.
He broke the kiss, and began to trail his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access. He took advantage, his hands roaming over her curves as he continued to kiss and nibble.
Her hands found their way to his chest, and she began to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged it off, and she ran her hands over his muscled torso. He was perfect, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire.
