In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood, her body bared for the world to see. She was an Indian beauty, with curves that could make a man’s mouth water and a thick, voluptuous figure that was the stuff of fantasies. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her firm, round ass. She was a vision of beauty, and she knew it.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He was a white man, with rough, rugged features and a muscular build. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t help but be captivated by her exotic beauty, and he knew that he had to have her.
Slowly, he approached her, his eyes never leaving her body. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his gaze. A small smile played at the corners of her lips, as if she knew what he was thinking. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the touch.
Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. He could feel her body pressing against his, her curves fitting perfectly against his hard muscles. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, smooth skin.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access. He licked and nibbled at her neck, causing her to gasp and shiver in pleasure. He could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, and he couldn’t resist the urge to take them in his mouth.
He sucked and bit at her nipples, causing her to moan louder. Her hands roamed his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He could feel her body responding to his touch, and he knew that she was ready for more.
He moved his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her legs. She was wet, her pussy glistening with desire. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her open. She was so tight, so hot. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her. He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. She was so wet, so ready for him. He slid inside of her easily, her pussy welcoming him in.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She moaned, her nails digging into his back. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, milking him for all he was worth. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed small circles around it, causing her to moan louder. She was so close, so ready to cum. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster and faster.
With a loud moan, she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed quickly after, his cum filling her pussy. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They didn’t need words, they didn’t need promises. They had each other, and that was enough.
As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, the man couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something beautiful. Something that he would never forget.
The end.
