The Temptation of the Indian Beauty

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her back facing the entrance. She was completely nude, her thick black hair cascading down her shoulders and back. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places. Her olive skin glowed in the soft light, and her full hips begged to be touched. She traced her fingers along her waist, down to her hips, and then to her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and imagined the touch of a man, his rough hands exploring he