In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood, her back facing the door. She was nude, her thick curves and voluptuous figure on full display. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her round, firm buttocks. She was the very image of an Indian babe, a goddess of seduction and desire.
As she stood there, she heard the door creak open, the sound of soft footsteps approaching. She did not turn around, instead, she arched her back, sticking out her plump derriere, a silent invitation for what was to come. She heard a low growl, the sound of a man’s desire, and she knew she had him.
He approached her, his hands reaching out to touch her soft, smooth skin. He traced a line down her spine, causing her to shiver with anticipation. He reached her ass, cupping it in his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. She moaned, her body begging for more.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She nodded, unable to speak, her body on fire with desire.
He spun her around, his eyes taking in her luscious figure. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, their mouths exploring each other. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, causing her to gasp. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She arched her back, her body begging for more.
He reached her pussy, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, causing her to moan louder. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls grip him. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He knelt down, his face level with her pussy. He leaned in, his tongue darting out, tasting her sweet nectar. She moaned, her hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling him closer. He licked and sucked, his fingers still working her clit. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She moaned, pushing back against him. He entered her, her tight walls gripping him. He started to thrust, their bodies moving in rhythm.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked and rubbed, causing her to moan louder. He thrust harder, their bodies slapping together. She moaned, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come for me,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. She exploded, her orgasm ripping through her. He thrust a few more times before he followed, his cum filling her.
They stood there, their bodies trembling, their breaths heavy. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her legs. She turned around, her eyes shining with desire. “Again,” she whispered, and he grinned, ready to give her what she wanted.
