In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair as dark as the night sky stood facing away from the door. Her thick, luscious locks cascaded down her back, shimmering in the soft glow of the lone table lamp. The curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the roundness of her bottom were all on display, a tantalizing sight that left little to the imagination. She was nude, her smooth, olive-toned skin bared for the one who was about to enter.
The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the Indian beauty before him. He had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now that it was here, he couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He closed the door behind him, the soft click barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.
He approached her slowly, his gaze never leaving her body. She was a vision, a goddess, and he was her willing worshipper. As he reached out to touch her, she leaned into his touch, her body trembling with desire. His hands roamed over her soft skin, exploring every inch of her, committing her to memory.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time itself. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching for more. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressed against his, feeling the evidence of his desire for her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking her earlobes. She gasped, her head falling back to give him better access. His hands moved down her body, over her hips, and between her legs. She was wet, ready for him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He dropped to his knees, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring her folds, teasing her clit. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, holding him in place as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to cum, he stood up, his cock hard and ready. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. She cried out, her body moving in time with his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their lovemaking was frenzied, primal, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. He flipped her over, his cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper. He pounded into her, their bodies slapping together, the sound echoing in the room.
She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed soon after, his cum filling her, marking her as his. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. She looked back at him, her eyes shining with the same emotions. They didn’t need words, not now. They had said everything they needed to say with their bodies.
As they lay there, their limbs entwined, the room grew darker, the shadows lengthening. But they didn’t notice, lost in their own world, their own little slice of heaven. The night could wait; they had all the time in the world.
