The Temptation of the Indian Babe

In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her curvaceous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps. Her thick body was a sight to behold, every inch of her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

The man who entered the room couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was a sight for sore eyes, a vision of beauty that he couldn’t resist. He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every curve, every inch of her luscious body.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

The woman turned to face him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know,” she replied, a smile playing on her lips.

He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her soft skin. She leaned into his touch, her body molding to his. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, matching his own racing pulse.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands down her body, cupping her full breasts and teasing her hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver with pleasure. His hands continued to roam her body, caressing her curves and making her wet with desire.

She reached down between them, her fingers finding his hard cock. She stroked him slowly, feeling him grow even harder in her hand. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward in response.

He picked her up, his hands cupping her ass as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers as he continued to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper into her.

He trailed kisses down her body, his tongue finding her hard nipples. He sucked and teased them, making her moan with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and urging him to continue.

He moved lower, his tongue finding her wet pussy. He licked and sucked on her clit, making her writhe with pleasure. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking as she came closer to her climax.

He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wet warmth around him. He added another finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. She moaned loudly, her hips grinding against his hand.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her wet pussy. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned loudly, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

He reached down between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed slow circles around it, making her moan even louder. She was so wet, so hot and tight around him.

He felt her climax approaching, her body tensing and her moans growing louder. He thrust harder and deeper into her, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.

He followed her shortly after, his own climax crashing over him. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he came inside of her.

They lay there, their bodies entwined and spent. He kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers.

“I’ll see you again soon,” he whispered.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll hold you to that,” she replied.

He got up, his body still humming with pleasure. He dressed quietly, his eyes never leaving her. She watched him, her body still glowing with the aftermath of their lovemaking.

He left the room, the door closing softly behind him. She lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. She smiled, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

She knew she would see him again. And she couldn’t wait.

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