The End

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman with thick black hair ran her fingers through the strands, letting them cascade down her back. She was a vision of beauty, her dark skin glowing in the dim light. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her naked form. Her curves were lush and full, her hips wide and inviting. She was an Indian babe, proud of her heritage and her body. She heard a soft knock at