In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends gently brushing against the smooth skin of her back. The curve of her spine was accentuated by the absence of clothing, her nudity a testament to her confidence and allure. She was a stunning Indian woman, her curves full and inviting, a goddess of temptation in the flesh.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as his eyes roamed over her body. He had been yearning for this moment, the moment when he could finally claim her as his own. He had waited patiently, seducing her with his words and actions, and now, she was ready.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hip, and she leaned back into his touch, her body molding against his. He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, and she shivered in his arms.
Their foreplay was a dance, a slow and sensual waltz that left them both breathless. He started with soft kisses, his lips exploring her neck and shoulders, while his hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. She responded eagerly, her breath hitching as his fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her knees weak.
He licked and nibbled her earlobes, whispering filthy words into her ear that made her wet with desire. She turned in his arms, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling for dominance. He tasted of sin and desire, and she couldn’t get enough.
