In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the lone window behind her. The curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the fullness of her thighs were on display in the nude, a testament to her Indian heritage. She was a thick beauty, her body a canvas of voluptuous curves and smooth skin.
He watched her for a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of her. She was a vision, a goddess in her own right. He felt himself grow hard at the sight of her, his body responding to her beauty. He took a step forward, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet.
She must have heard him, for she turned her head, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. A small smile played at her lips as she saw him, and she turned to face him fully, her body still on display for him.
He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. She leaned into his touch, her body moving closer to his.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her curves against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her hips pressed against his growing erection.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his erection.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking at her sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. He could feel her breathing quicken, her body responding to his touch.
His hands roamed lower, down her stomach and to the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he knew she was wet for him. He slipped a finger between her folds, finding her wet and ready for him.
She moaned as he began to stroke her, her hips grinding against his hand. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly. She was tight, her muscles gripping his fingers.
He continued to stroke her, his fingers finding her g-spot. She cried out as he began to rub her, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his fingers.
He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against her, feeling her heat and wetness. He slowly pushed inside her, feeling her muscles grip him.
She moaned as he filled her, her body adjusting to his size. He began to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. She met his thrusts, her hips grinding against his.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He began to stroke her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her body trembling as she came.
He continued to thrust, his hips moving faster and faster. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening. He groaned as he came, his cum filling her.
They stood there for a moment, their bodies still connected. He slowly pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping from her wetness. She turned to face him, her eyes shining in the dim light.
They shared a soft kiss, their bodies still pressed together. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, her breath hot against his lips.
They broke the kiss, their bodies separating. He took a step back, his eyes taking in the sight of her one last time. She was a vision, a goddess, and he had been lucky enough to have her.
He turned and left the room, leaving her alone in the dim light. She stood there for a moment, her body still humming from their lovemaking. She smiled to herself, her heart full.
She turned to the window, looking out at the night sky. The stars twinkled above, a beautiful sight. She felt at peace, her body and mind satisfied.
She climbed into bed, her body still humming. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of him. She drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with whispers in the shadow.
