Whispers in the Night

The moonlight streamed in through the open window, casting a soft glow on the bed where Layla lay. She was a stunning Indian woman with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back, and a curvaceous figure that was impossible to ignore. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she heard the soft footsteps approaching the bedroom. Raj, her lover of many years, had always had a thing for Layla's curves. He loved the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her breasts bounced when she laughed,