In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with desire. A woman, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, stood before a full-length mirror. She was nude, her curves on display, her thick form a testament to her Indian heritage. A bead of sweat trickled down her spine, and she shivered in anticipation.
He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious body. He had wanted her since the moment they met, and now, she was his for the taking. He stepped forward, his movements silent as a cat, and she turned to face him, her dark eyes gleaming with want.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. His hands roamed her body, cupping her full breasts, teasing her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her. His lips found her nipples, and he sucked on them, hard. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his face, her fingers tangled in his hair.
His hand traveled down her body, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She was slick with desire, and he groaned at the feel of her. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She pushed him back onto the bed, her eyes filled with determination. She straddled him, her wetness hovering above his cock. She teased him, rubbing her pussy along his length, driving him crazy with need. He reached up, grabbing her hips, guiding her onto his cock.
She slid down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. He filled her completely, and she threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips. She started to move, riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
He reached up, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his chest, her breath hot against his skin. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around his cock.
He flipped her over, taking control. He drove into her hard, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He could feel her climax building, her pussy clenching around him.
With one final thrust, he sent her over the edge. She screamed his name, her pussy milking his cock. He followed her, spilling himself inside her. They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat.
She turned to him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Again,” she whispered, and he knew he would never say no to her.
