The Desire of the Indian Goddess

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window and the setting sun. She was nude, her curves and rolls on display, her thick body a testament to the beauty of her Indian heritage. Her black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her round, firm ass. This Indian babe was a goddess, and she knew it. Sumitra, for that was her name, had been waiting for this moment all day. She had felt the stirrings of desire in her belly as she went about her day, and she