Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow on the figure of a woman, standing on the balcony of her luxurious penthouse. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the silken locks shimmering in the moonlight. She was nude, her curvaceous body a testament to her Indian heritage. Her full breasts and hips were the epitome of feminine allure, and her slender waist begged to be encircled by strong hands. She was an Indian babe, a woman who knew her own desires and was unafraid to indulge in them. She felt a