In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her body naked and glistening in the soft glow of the lamps. She was an Indian beauty, her curves thick and voluptuous, a true bombshell. Her back was towards me, and I couldn’t help but admire her form, the way her hips flared out gently from her waist, the curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her ass. She was a work of art, a masterpiece of the feminine form.
I approached her slowly, my eyes never leaving her body. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, the anticipation building between us. I reached out, my fingers lightly grazing the small of her back, and she shivered at my touch. She turned to face me, her eyes dark and full of desire.
Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time itself. I could feel her body pressed against mine, her breasts crushed against my chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her earlobe. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give me better access. I took advantage of it, my tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone, my teeth gently biting down on the skin. She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly.
I moved lower, my lips brushing against the swell of her breast. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her. I switched my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and she moaned even louder.
I moved down her body, my lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached her navel, my tongue dipping into it, and she giggled, her hands pressing against my head. I smiled, looking up at her, before continuing my journey downwards.
I reached her mound, her pubic hair trimmed neatly, a small strip leading down to her pussy. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and musk, and I couldn’t get enough.
