Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush gardens of the Indian palace, illuminating the path for the woman with raven hair as she made her way through the fragrant foliage. She was nude, her curves and dark skin on display in the moonlit night, but she did not feel shy or vulnerable. Instead, she felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation, knowing that she was being watched.

She had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. The thick, Indian babe had been the object of desire for many, but she had never allowed herself to be touched, to be claimed. Until now.

She reached the pavilion, her heart pounding in her chest. There, waiting for her, was the man she had chosen. He was clothed, his body tense and eager as he watched her approach. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes and a strong jaw, his body toned and muscular. She could see the bulge in his pants, evidence of his desire for her.

She reached him, her eyes locked on his as she reached out and touched him. He sucked in a breath, his hands reaching out to touch her, to pull her close. But she stopped him, her fingers on his lips.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “First, I want to taste you.”

She dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to free him from his pants. He was big, his cock hard and pulsing with need. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on his as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

He groaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair as she sucked and licked him. She could feel him growing harder, his hips thrusting as she took him deeper. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

“Enough,” he gasped, pulling her to her feet. “I need to be inside you.”

She smiled, her hands reaching down to touch herself. She was wet, her pussy slick with desire. She moaned as he touched her, his fingers sliding easily inside her.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips grinding against his hand. “Fuck me.”

He lifted her, his cock sliding easily inside her as she wrapped her legs around him. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. She moaned, her head thrown back as she felt him fill her, stretch her.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building deep inside her. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she begged him for more.

“Yes,” she cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge.

They collapsed onto the cushions, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. She smiled, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

“I want more,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to touch him again.

And so they continued, their bodies moving together in the moonlit night, lost in their own world of pleasure and desire.

The end.

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