In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood before a full-length mirror, her dark eyes surveying her reflection. She was a stunning Indian beauty, her curves lush and voluptuous, her skin the color of rich caramel. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back, and then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. It fell away, revealing her firm, round breasts, her dark nipples already hard with desire. She slipped out of her skirt, standing nude before the mirror, her thick thighs and round hips beckoning.
A soft knock at the door startled her, and she turned to see him standing there, his eyes devouring her. He was a tall, handsome man, with olive skin and dark hair, his eyes filled with lust. He crossed the room to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His lips found hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, and she responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his chest.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck, nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, her head falling back. He took advantage, his mouth closing over one taut peak, sucking and teasing, while his other hand continued to caress and knead.
She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wet with desire. She reached down, her fingers brushing against his hard cock through his pants, and he growled, his mouth leaving her breast to capture her lips once more.
He walked her backwards to the bed, pushing her down onto the soft comforter. He knelt between her legs, his hands pushing her thighs apart, exposing her glistening pussy to his gaze. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and then his tongue was there, licking and tasting her, driving her wild.
She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place as he feasted on her. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it to find that spot that made her see stars, and she arched off the bed, her back bowing as she came undone.
He rose up, his cock hard and ready, and he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, and then he thrust inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm.
Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and circling, sending her spiraling higher and higher. She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him, and then she was there, her pussy pulsing and milking him as she came apart.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he filled her with his release. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She turned to him, her lips curving in a satisfied smile, and he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined.
In the morning, they would wake up and do it all over again, exploring each other’s bodies and finding new ways to bring each other pleasure. But for now, they were content to rest in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and exhausted. The end.
