Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven-black hair stood before the window of her Delhi hotel room. The city lights danced in her dark eyes as she gazhed at the bustling streets below. She was a stunning Indian beauty, her curves full and tantalizing. Her thick black hair cascaded down her back, inviting touch.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned to find him, a handsome stranger she had met at a nearby cafe. His eyes trailed over her exposed body, taking in her luscious form. A slow smile spread across his face as he crossed the threshold.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips found the curve of her neck, nibbling gently as his hands roamed over her body.

She moaned softly, surrendering to his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies melded together. His hard length pressed against her, eliciting a shiver of anticipation.

He lifted her, carrying her to the bed. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as their bodies intertwined. His hands explored her curves, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She arched against him, desperate for more.

His fingers trailed down her body, finding her slick and ready. He stroked her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips. She writhed beneath him, her pleasure mounting.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She moaned, rocking her hips against him. He slid inside her, filling her completely.

Their rhythm was frenzied, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He thrust deep, again and again, driving her wild. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.

He followed her over the edge, his release filling her. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she whispered, her breath warm against his chest.

“Neither have I,” he replied, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.

They lay together in silence, lost in their own thoughts. The city continued to buzz below them, unaware of the passion that had unfolded in the hotel room.

As the first light of dawn began to break, they knew their time together was coming to an end. But they would always have the memory of their night of passion, a secret whispered in the night.

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