Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow on the dark hair of the Indian woman, her body slick with sweat as she moved sensuously on the bed. She was on her hands and knees, her backside facing the man who eagerly watched her every move. She was a vision of beauty, her brown skin glowing in the dim light, her curves accentuated by the way she arched her back. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, brushing against her bare back. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "Y