In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven-black hair as dark as the midnight sky stood in front of the full-length mirror. She was in her bedroom, completely nude, admiring her reflection. Her voluptuous figure was a testament to her Indian heritage, with her ample curves and soft, smooth skin. She had an air of confidence about her, but there was a hint of something else behind her dark eyes. A desire, a need, a longing.
She turned around, giving the mirror a view of her luscious backside. Her thick, round ass was a sight to behold. It was the kind of ass that demanded attention, the kind that begged to be touched, squeezed, and worshipped. She ran her hands over her curves, feeling the heat of her own body, the softness of her own skin.
The woman was alone in her apartment, but she wasn’t lonely. She knew what she wanted, and she was determined to get it. She walked over to her bed, crawling onto it on all fours. She spread her legs, arching her back, and reached back to touch herself. She moaned softly as she felt the wetness between her legs, the warmth of her own desire.
She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of someone else’s hands on her body. She heard a faint whisper in her ear, a voice that was both familiar and foreign.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She opened her eyes, startled. She was no longer alone in the room. A man stood in front of her, his dark eyes locked on hers. He was tall, with dark hair and a strong jawline. He was dressed in all black, blending into the shadows of the room.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Someone who wants to make you feel good,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards her. He reached out, touching her back, her ass. She moaned as he traced his fingers over her curves, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
He leaned in, kissing her neck, her earlobe. She turned her head, meeting his lips with hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He reached down, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He moved down, kissing her shoulders, her back. He reached her ass, kissing each cheek, his tongue tracing a path down her crack. She gasped as he reached her hole, his tongue flicking against it. She had never been touched there before, but it felt good, so good.
He moved back up, his fingers taking the place of his tongue. He circled her hole, teasing her. She moaned, pushing back against his fingers. She wanted more, she needed more.
He entered her, his finger sliding in easily. She gasped, her body tensing up. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster. She moaned, her body moving in rhythm with his finger.
He added a second finger, stretching her. She moaned louder, her body trembling. He curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. She moaned as she felt him enter her, filling her up. He moved slowly at first, then faster. She met his thrusts, her body moving in rhythm with his.
He reached around, touching her clit. She moaned, her orgasm building up again. He rubbed her clit in circles, his fingers moving faster and faster. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He thrust into her one last time, his orgasm filling her up. She moaned, her body trembling.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. She turned her head, meeting his lips with hers. They kissed deeply, their bodies still connected.
“Who are you?” she asked again, her voice soft.
“Someone who wants to make you feel good,” he repeated, his voice just as soft.
And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone in her bedroom, her body still trembling from the best orgasm of her life.
