In the stillness of the night, a figure stirred in the dimly lit room. The woman, adorned with the raven hair typical of Indian heritage, stood and stretched, her lithe body casting shadows on the walls. She glanced over her shoulder, her thick curves beckoning to the man lying in the bed behind her.
He watched her, his gaze taking in the luscious sight of her bare flesh. Her back was towards him, the curves of her hips and ass making his cock twitch with desire. She turned to face him, her full breasts bouncing gently as she moved. Her dark eyes glinted with mischief and desire, and she crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.
He didn’t need a second invitation. He rose from the bed, his cock already rock hard with anticipation. He approached her, his hands reaching out to touch the softness of her skin. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her nipples, her body shivering with pleasure.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that only grew stronger. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and hollow.
She broke the kiss, her lips traveling down his neck to his chest. She flicked her tongue against his nipples, making him moan with pleasure. Her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly as she continued to tease his nipples.
He gasped as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around him, making his cock twitch with pleasure. He groaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair as she continued to blow him.
But he wanted more. He lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
She moaned, her body writhing beneath his. She spread her legs, inviting him to enter her. He didn’t need a second invitation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease.
They moved together, their bodies grinding against each other in a dance as old as time itself. He thrust into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with each stroke. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as she begged for more.
He gave it to her, his hips moving faster as he pumped into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. He groaned, his cock twitching as he felt his orgasm building.
She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as she milked him dry. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. They lay there, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath.
He rolled off of her, his cock still semi-hard as he pulled her close. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest as they drifted off to sleep. Their bodies may have been sated, but their hearts and minds were still very much awake, dreaming of the passion that they would share again in the days to come.
