In the dimly lit room, a woman with a luscious back view stood, her silhouette framed by the window. The thick, black hair that cascaded down her shoulders was a stark contrast to her pale skin. She was an Indian beauty, her curves accentuated by the nude light.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man entered. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the woman, her body poised in an inviting manner. He approached her, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His lips found hers, and they kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her dress.
She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Her lips moved to his neck, nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of kisses down his throat. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.
He slipped a hand under her dress, finding her bare beneath. His fingers traced the curve of her ass, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. She moaned, her head falling back, exposing the length of her neck.
He took the opportunity to kiss and lick her neck, his teeth gently nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
She turned around, her back now facing him. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire. She reached behind her, pulling him closer, their bodies now pressed together.
