The Black-Haired Indian Goddess

In a dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood before a full-length mirror. She was completely nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft light. Her curves were lush and full, a true Indian babe. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the firmness of her breasts, the narrowness of her waist, and the flare of her hips.

She turned to the side, admiring her profile. Her ass was round and firm, perfect for gripping during a hard fuck. She couldn’t help but think about the man who would be worshiping her body tonight.

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