The Siren's Call

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window. Thick, black hair cascaded down her back, the moonlight illuminating her bare skin. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and voluptuous. He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her. His cock stiffened as he admired her from behind, her back view a sight to behold. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, his hand tracing the curve of her hip. She turned to face him, her eyes gleam