The full moon cast its silver glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the seductive figure of the thick Indian babe with raven black hair. She stood near the edge of the infinity pool, her silhouette framed by the shimmering water and the twinkling stars above. The gentle breeze played with the loose strands of her hair, cascading down her back, and she closed her eyes, a content smile gracing her lips.
A rustling in the nearby bushes caught her attention, and she turned her head just as a tall, handsome stranger emerged from the shadows. His eyes wandered appreciatively over her exposed skin, taking in the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, knowing what was to come.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves.
“And yet, I am,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “And I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are.”
Her breath hitched as his hand reached out to caress her arm, tracing a line down her soft skin. Slowly, he stepped behind her, his chest pressing against her back as his arms wrapped around her waist. Her heart raced, anticipation building as his lips brushed against her ear.
“Do you want me?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
She nodded, unable to find her voice. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued his assault, his fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive peaks.
With a flick of his wrist, the zipper of her dress was undone, and the fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy lingerie and high heels. He spun her around, his eyes burning with desire as they raked over her nearly-naked form.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he growled, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra.
She gasped as the lingerie fell away, exposing her full breasts to the cool night air. His mouth descended upon her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing her with gentle strokes before slipping inside her wet folds. She moaned as he explored her, his touch setting her skin on fire.
With a growl, he ripped her panties from her body, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as he guided her towards the edge of the pool, his fingers still buried inside her.
“I need you,” she gasped, breaking their kiss.
Without a word, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he impaled her on his thick cock. She cried out, the sudden intrusion sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He began to move, thrusting deep inside her as they stood there, suspended above the water. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the garden, mingling with her moans and cries of pleasure.
He carried her to the side of the pool, laying her down on a plush lounge chair as he continued to fuck her. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss.
Their bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, their pleasure building with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her muscles tightening around his cock as he drove deeper inside her.
With a final, desperate cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. He followed her over the edge, his own release triggered by her screams of pleasure.
They lay there, spent and sated, as the moon continued to watch over them. The night had only just begun, and they had much more to explore.
But for now, they would rest, their bodies entwined as they whispered sweet nothings to each other in the quiet of the night. The garden would be their playground, and the moon their ever-watchful guardian.
Together, they would indulge in their desires, their passion burning brighter than any star in the sky. And when the sun rose, they would still be there, their love stronger than ever before.
For this was just the beginning of their story, a tale of passion and desire that would be woven into the fabric of the night itself. A story that would be whispered in the wind, a secret shared between the moon and the stars.
And they would live it, passionately and unapologetically, for as long as the heavens would allow.
