In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven-black hair as dark as the night sky stood, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in through the window. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and voluptuous, her skin a warm caramel hue. Her long, thick hair cascaded down her back, inviting a lover’s touch.
She was alone, but not for long. She had sensed his presence the moment he entered the room. He approached her with caution, his eyes taking in her luscious form, his body responding to her allure. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, and she shivered in anticipation.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed close. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, her own hands wandering over his muscular chest. She nibbled on his earlobe, eliciting a low growl from deep within him.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her collarbone. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
His mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close. He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between them, until she was writhing with need.
He knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips. His lips found her belly button, his tongue delving inside. She shivered, her hands resting on his shoulders. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
