In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the fading light of the setting sun. She was an Indian beauty, her thick black hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her curves accentuated by the gentle breeze that found its way into the room. Her dark eyes were closed, her head tilted back in a silent invitation.
He watched her from across the room, his gaze transfixed by her beauty. He had wanted her from the moment they met, her exotic allure drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to make his move. And now, as she stood there, offering herself to him, he knew that the time had come.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, but not close enough to touch. Not yet.
He reached out, his fingers tracing a line down her arm, feeling her shiver at his touch. He moved closer, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. “I have been waiting for you,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
He kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate dance. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, his fingers finding the ties of her sari. He undid them, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but her bra and panties.
He kissed her again, his hands exploring her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She moaned, her body pressing against his.
He slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he touched her, her hips moving against his hand. He kissed her again, their tongues dancing as his fingers explored her.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her again, his hands roaming her body. He slipped off her bra, his mouth finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, his hands caressing her breasts.
She moaned, her body arching against his. She reached down, her hands finding his pants. She undid them, her hand finding his hard cock. She stroked him, her fingers exploring his length.
He groaned, his hips moving against her hand. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth. He moved down her body, his mouth finding her wet pussy. He licked and sucked, his fingers exploring her.
She moaned, her hips moving against his mouth. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled him closer, her body shaking as she came.
He moved up her body, his cock finding her wet and ready. He entered her, his hips moving against hers. She moaned, her body moving with his.
He fucked her, his hips moving faster and faster. She moaned, her hands on his ass, pulling him deeper. He kissed her, their tongues dancing as they moved together.
He came, his body shaking as he filled her with his cum. She moaned, her body milking him dry.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They kissed, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss.
“I have wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he whispered.
“I have wanted you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing a line down his chest.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The sun had set, the room now dark. But they didn’t need light to see each other, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words.
They were together, and that was all that mattered.
