Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her raven black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. She was a stunning Indian woman, with curves that could make a man's knees weak. She was a thick Indian babe, and she knew it. She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a man approaching her. He was tall