Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery light onto the balcony, illuminating the figure of a woman with raven black hair. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure bathed in a soft glow. She was an Indian woman, her dark skin a stark contrast against the pale balcony floor. Her thick back view was a sight to behold, her curves accentuated by the gentle breeze that rustled her hair. She was a babe, a goddess, and she was ready to indulge in her desires.

She heard a soft footstep behind her, and she turned around to see a man, also of Indian descent, approaching her. He was just as naked as she was, his chiseled body a testament to his masculinity. His eyes were filled with desire as he looked at her, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Without a word, he pulled her close, his hands exploring her body. He started with her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. She responded in kind, her own hands wandering down his chest, feeling the muscles that lay beneath.

He then moved down to her neck, nibbling and licking every inch of her skin. She let out a soft moan as he did so, her body tingling with pleasure. He then moved down to her nipples, taking each one in his mouth and sucking gently. She arched her back, her body begging for more.

He then moved down further, his hands caressing her inner thighs. She spread her legs, inviting him to explore her most intimate places. He took the invitation, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing gently. She let out a loud moan, her body trembling with pleasure.

He then moved his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness and warmth. She was ready for him, and he knew it. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her pussy. She pushed back, taking him inside of her. He filled her completely, and she let out a loud moan as he did so.

He started to move, slowly at first, but then faster and harder. She matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his. They were lost in the moment, their bodies moving as one.

He then pulled out, turning her around to face him. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He entered her again, this time deeper and harder. She let out a loud moan, her body trembling with pleasure.

He then moved to the balcony railing, her back pressed against it. He continued to fuck her, his body slapping against hers. She let out a loud moan, her body trembling with pleasure.

He then felt himself about to cum, and he pulled out. She knew what he wanted, and she opened her mouth wide. He shot his load into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

They then collapsed onto the balcony floor, their bodies spent and satisfied. They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.

The night was still young, and they knew that they had all the time in the world to indulge in their desires. They would explore each other’s bodies, again and again, until the sun rose.

And so they did, their bodies moving in sync, their moans and sighs filling the night air. It was a night of passion, a night of pleasure, a night that they would never forget.

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