In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair stood facing away from the entrance, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. The curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the fullness of her thighs were on display, a tantalizing sight for the man who had just entered. She was a thick Indian babe, her skin a warm caramel hue, and her long hair cascading down her back in wild waves.
He approached her slowly, taking in the sight of her bare back, the curve of her waist, and the gentle swell of her hips. His eyes trailed down to the firm globes of her ass, framed by the thong she wore. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch her, running his hands over the soft skin of her hips, feeling the heat radiating from her body.
She turned to face him, her full lips curving into a seductive smile. Her eyes were dark and inviting, and he could see the fire burning within them. She stepped closer to him, her body brushing against his, and he could feel the heat of her desire.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, and sliding down to her hips. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, her breathing quickening as he worked his way down to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her.
His hand slid down to her thong, slipping beneath the fabric and finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he stroked her clit, her hips bucking against his hand. He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls close around him.
She turned around, bending over and presenting herself to him. He didn’t need any further invitation. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, and slid inside of her with one smooth motion.
They both moaned as he filled her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper and harder.
She reached back, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her, urging him on. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her breathing becoming ragged as she approached her climax.
He reached around, finding her clit and stroking it in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her muscles milking him as he followed her over the edge.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and spent from their lovemaking. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they caught their breath.
For a moment, there was silence, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. And then, she spoke.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
