In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance, her silhouette framed by the balcony door. The gentle breeze played with her thick, black hair, cascading down to her waist in wild waves. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the moonlight.
Suresh had never seen a woman like her before. He had always been drawn to the allure of Indian women, their exotic beauty and mystique. He entered the room, his eyes never leaving her. She didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge his presence. He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he reached out to touch her, she turned around, her dark eyes locking with his. A small, mysterious smile played on her lips. She reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his face, sending shivers down his spine.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
“And you’re eager,” she replied, her voice husky and seductive.
She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Her hands roamed over his chest, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He gasped as she pressed her body against his, her breasts crushed against his chest.
Her lips found his, her tongue exploring his mouth. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. His hands continued their descent, caressing her curves, her hips, her inner thighs. She spread her legs, inviting him to explore further.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her clit. He sucked and teased, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, holding him in place.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock.
She pushed back against him, taking him deeper. He started to move, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She moaned, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He continued to thrust, his own orgasm building.
With a final thrust, he came, filling her with his seed. She milked him dry, her pussy still pulsing around his cock.
They stood there, breathless, their bodies glistening with sweat. He pulled out, his cock still hard. She turned around, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Again?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
He grinned, his answer obvious. They fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined, ready to explore each other once more.
