In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair as dark as the night stood facing away from the door. She was completely nude, her thick curves illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle. Her silhouette, framed by the doorway, was that of an Indian babe, her back view a sight to behold.
She glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes meeting those of the man who had just entered. A slow, seductive smile played upon her lips as she watched his gaze trace the curves of her body, stopping to linger on the lush swell of her hips, the narrowing of her waist, and the roundness of her buttocks.
He stepped closer, drawn in by her allure. She turned to face him fully now, her hands reaching out to caress his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, her lips parted in anticipation.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, languid, their tongues exploring one another’s mouths in a dance as old as time itself. His hands wandered, caressing her body as if trying to memorize every inch of her.
She responded in kind, her own hands roaming over his body, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his neck, and the firmness of his chest. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping at her earlobe, and eliciting a gasp from her. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.
She arched into him, her body begging for more. He obliged, his mouth closing over one nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth gently nibbling. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.
He switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing now, her body begging for more, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He trailed his lips down her body, his hands following, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, and the roundness of her buttocks. His mouth found her core, his tongue darting out to taste her.
She cried out, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, holding him close. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her, feeling her body tremble under his touch.
His fingers joined in, sliding into her, feeling her heat, her wetness. She was ready, more than ready. He stood, his cock hard and ready, sliding into her from behind.
She moaned, her body adjusting to his size, her muscles clenching around him. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her.
She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his, her moans filling the room. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing gentle circles around it.
She cried out, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around him. He could feel her orgasm building, could feel her body tensing, her breath hitching.
He quickened his pace, his hips slamming into her, his cock driving deeper. She moaned, her body shaking, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed her, his own orgasm ripping through him, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed onto her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She turned her head, her lips finding his, their breath mingling. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The end.
