In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her naked body a work of art. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places, her thick form a testament to her exotic beauty. Her back was turned to the man who had been pursuing her, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of her exposed skin.
She had been hesitant at first, unsure if she could trust this man. But he had been patient, taking the time to court her and win her trust. And now, here she was, ready to give herself to him completely.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. He reached out a hand, gently brushing her hair aside so he could kiss the back of her neck. She shivered at his touch, her body betraying her desire.
He moved closer, pressing his body against hers. She could feel his hardness, and she knew what was coming. But she was ready, her body aching for his touch.
He reached around, cupping her breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently, teasing her nipples until they were hard peaks. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path down to her shoulder. She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. They didn’t need words, their bodies spoke the language of desire.
He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together. She reached down, her hand finding his hard cock. She stroked him, feeling him jump in her hand.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her body. He knelt before her, his tongue finding her wet pussy. She gasped as he licked her, her body trembling with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock pressing against her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He pushed inside her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm. He thrust into her, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He followed her over the edge, his own release filling her. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. He smiled down at her, his hand gently stroking her hair.
They didn’t need words. They had said everything they needed to say with their bodies. And in that moment, they were one.
