Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven hair moved silently through the darkened hallway. She was a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her skin was the color of rich earth, and her long black hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of darkness. She was a Indian babe, thick and voluptuous, with full breasts and wide hips that begged to be touched. She moved with a grace and confidence that was captivating, her ever