Whispers in the Night

The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light over the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman with raven black hair. She stood before the large window, her silhouette framed by the inky darkness outside. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with caramel skin and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief. She was nude, her body a testament to the gods' handiwork. Her back was towards the door, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and resting on her firm, round ass.