In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the window behind her. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure on display for anyone who entered. Her skin was a warm, rich brown, glowing in the low light. Her back was broad and strong, thick and muscular from years of physical labor. She was the very image of an Indian babe, both exotic and enticing.
He paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of her. She was a vision, a goddess, and he was powerless to resist her allure. He closed the door behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and desire. She crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. He obeyed, crossing the room in a few long strides. She met him in the middle, her body pressing against his. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, feel the curve of her breasts against his chest.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a frenzy of desire. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. She moaned, her body melting against his.
His hands began to wander, tracing a path down her body. He squeezed her ass, pulling her closer, grinding his hips against hers. She gasped, her hands reaching down to grip his ass in return. They rocked together, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to moan and shiver. He licked and sucked on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access.
His hands continued to explore, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as he teased her. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging on them gently. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
He knelt before her, his mouth watering at the sight of her pussy. He spread her lips, exposing her clit. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to flick at her clit. She gasped, her hands reaching down to grip his hair. He sucked on her clit, causing her to moan and shiver.
He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. He added a second finger, curling them upwards to brush against her G-spot. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He fingered her, his fingers moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
She was close, he could feel it. He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster. She moaned, her body trembling. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her orgasm building.
He stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark with desire. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her. She moaned, her hips bucking back against him.
He slid inside of her, filling her completely. She moaned, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She moaned, her body moving with his.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her clit, his fingers moving in time with his hips. She moaned, her body trembling. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
He quickened his pace, his hips thrusting faster and faster. She moaned, her body shaking. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
She came, her body trembling and shaking. He moaned, his hips thrusting harder. He followed her over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him. He came, his seed filling her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She leaned back against him, her body relaxing.
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan.
Eventually, they pulled apart, their bodies cooling. They dressed, their movements slow and languid.
He opened the door, the sound of the latch clicking into place barely audible. She stood in the doorway, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and desire.
He left, the door closing behind him. She stood there for a moment, her body humming with satisfaction.
She turned and walked away, her hips swaying gently. She was a woman with raven-black hair, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the window behind her. She was a vision, a goddess, and she was sated.
