In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair and caramel-colored skin stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She was nude, her thick body bathed in shadows. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with a curvaceous figure that could make any man’s heart race.
A soft rustling sound broke the silence as the bathroom door creaked open. A man, equally naked, stepped out, his eyes immediately drawn to the captivating figure by the window. He approached her, his body tense with desire.
“Priya,” he whispered, his voice husky. He reached out, gently tracing the curve of her shoulder with his fingers. She shivered, leaning into his touch. His hand moved down, caressing her soft waist, then slid lower to cup her generous hips.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She turned to face him, her dark eyes glinting in the moonlight.
“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, her voice a soft purr. She lifted her hands, running them over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her fingertips.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as they explored each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned, arching into his touch.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. His hands continued their exploration, sliding down her belly, then lower to find her wet and ready for him.
He stroked her, feeling her heat, her wetness. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, feeling her muscles clench around him.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He knew what she wanted, what they both wanted. He withdrew his fingers, then guided his cock to her entrance.
Slowly, he pushed inside her, feeling her warmth envelop him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist as he began to move. Their bodies moved in rhythm, each thrust eliciting a gasp or moan from them.
Their lovemaking was intense, passionate. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. He followed soon after, his release filling her as he groaned her name. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy.
Finally, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her wet heat. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, the moonlight continued to bathe the room in a soft, romantic glow.
