In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair stood before the window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. She was nude, her curves casting long shadows on the wall behind her. Radhika was a thick Indian woman, her body a testament to her heritage. She was a babe, a goddess, and she knew it.
She felt the heat of his gaze on her back, the anticipation building between them. He had been seducing her all evening, his charm and wit slowly breaking down her defenses. She had always been attracted to him, but she had never allowed herself to act on it. Until now.
His hands caressed her shoulders, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. His lips pressed against her neck, his breath warm against her skin. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access.
His tongue darted out, tasting her. She gasped, her body trembling under his touch. He moved closer, his chest pressing against her back. She could feel his hardness against her, a silent promise of what was to come.
His hands moved down, cupping her breasts. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch. He pinched her nipples, pulling them gently. She cried out, her body on fire.
His hands moved down further, tracing the curve of her waist. He reached her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his hardness. He growled, his hands moving to her thighs.
He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wetness. She was ready for him, her body begging for release. He teased her, his fingers circling her clit. She moaned, her body trembling.
