Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush Indian jungle, as a dark-haired woman moved silently through the undergrowth. She was tall and voluptuous, her curves accentuated by the tight-fitting black dress she wore. A thick braid of raven hair hung down her back, the ends brushing against the curves of her firm ass. She was a sight to behold, an exotic creature of the night. Her name was Nalini, a woman of Indian descent who had grown up in the bustling city of Mumbai. She had always been