The Temptation of the Indian Babe

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the large window, her silhouette framed by the city lights behind her. She was thick and voluptuous, with black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, and she was completely nude.

He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every curve and contour of her body. He had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her, and now here she was, in his apartment, within reach.

She turned to face him, her full breasts swaying gently with the movement. She smiled, her white teeth gleaming in the low light. She walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

He could feel his cock stirring in his pants as she approached. He reached out and took her hand, pulling her close to him. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and he inhaled her scent, a mix of jasmine and musk.

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste his lips. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He continued down, his lips finding her nipples, already hard with desire. He sucked and bit at them, eliciting more moans from her.

He knelt before her, his hands running down her stomach and over her hips. He spread her legs and leaned in, his tongue finding her clit. She gasped as he began to lick and suck at her, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him in place.

He stood up and kissed her again, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He slowly entered her, his cock sliding in easily. She moaned as he began to thrust, her hips meeting his with each stroke.

He switched positions, bending her over the couch and taking her from behind. She cried out as he entered her again, her hands braced on the cushions as he pounded into her.

He could feel himself getting close, and he reached around to rub her clit. She came with a cry, her pussy tightening around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself inside her.

They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat. He kissed her again, his hands running over her body. They sat in silence for a few moments, their hearts still racing.

She stood up and began to dress, her movements quick and efficient. He watched her, his mind already racing with thoughts of their next encounter. She smiled at him and walked out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the lingering scent of their lovemaking.

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