It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. In a dimly lit apartment, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the city lights behind her. She was an Indian woman, with a thick, voluptuous figure and long, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was completely naked, her smooth, dark skin on display for anyone who might be looking.
She was not alone, however. A man stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. He was a white man, with short, cropped hair and a lean, muscular build. He, too, was naked, and his skin was several shades lighter than the woman’s. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her shoulder, and she shivered with pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, running her hands over his chest.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness against her belly, and she reached down to stroke him. He groaned with pleasure, his hands roaming over her body.
He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her wetness, and she moaned with desire.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside of her. She gasped with pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She matched his rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
He kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out with pleasure, her body arching off the bed. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her wetness, and he began to lick and suck, his fingers joining in to stroke her clit. She moaned with pleasure, her hips grinding against his face.
He moved back up her body, his cock sliding in and out of her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. He thrust harder and faster, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body.
He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They lay there for a long time, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore. But for now, they were content to simply be in each other’s arms, their bodies still joined together.
The end.
