In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and a curvaceous figure stood, her back facing the entrance. She was completely nude, her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowing in the soft light. Her long, black locks cascaded down her back, brushing against her hips. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, a true seductress.
The man who entered the room couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was a tall, muscular white man, with short, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He had been admiring the woman from afar for weeks, but never had the courage to approach her. But now, here she was, standing before him, completely exposed.
He slowly approached her, his eyes never leaving her body. She didn’t turn around, but instead, tilted her head to the side, giving him a better view of her profile. He could see the curve of her breast, the flare of her hips, and the roundness of her ass.
As he reached out to touch her, she turned around, her dark eyes meeting his. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made his heart race. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
He didn’t say a word, but instead, leaned in and kissed her. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. He could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts flattened against his chest, her hips grinding against his.
He reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her closer to him. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her flesh, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own.
He continued to kiss and lick her body, making his way down to her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently. She moaned louder, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She was moaning continuously now, her body writhing against his.
He then moved his hand down to her pussy, feeling the wetness of her desire. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tightness. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her. She was soaked, her juices coating his fingers. He began to move his fingers in and out of her, building a rhythm.
She reached down and began to stroke his cock, feeling its hardness. He moaned, his hips thrusting against her hand.
He then removed his fingers and turned her around. She bent over, her hands on the bed, her ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her and entered her in one swift motion.
She moaned loudly as he filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He started to move, slowly at first, but then picking up speed.
She was moaning continuously now, her cries of pleasure filling the room. He could feel her pussy contracting around him, her muscles tightening.
He reached around and began to play with her clit, rubbing it in circles. She moaned louder, her body shaking.
He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his balls tightening. He increased his pace, slamming into her harder and faster.
She cried out as she came, her pussy tightening around him. He followed shortly after, emptying himself inside of her.
They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled, her eyes closed.
“I know,” she said softly.
They lay there in silence, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had much more to explore.
