In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the warm glow of the fading day. Her long, thick black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the top of her round, firm buttocks. She was an Indian babe, exotic and alluring, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
He watched her from the bed, his eyes locked on her perfect form. He had wanted her since the moment they met, her beauty and sensuality drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He had waited patiently, biding his time, knowing that the moment was finally right.
He stood up, his body tensing with anticipation. He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t move, didn’t even turn around. She knew he was there, could feel his presence behind her. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close, his hard cock pressing against her soft ass.
She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He kissed her neck, his lips exploring the delicate skin. She tasted of salt and sweetness, her scent intoxicating. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
His hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs flicking at her erect nipples. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock. He took this as a sign, his hands moving down to her wet pussy.
He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She was ready for him, her body begging for more. He added another finger, fucking her slowly, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned louder, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. She gasped as he filled her, her body trembling with pleasure. He started to move, his thrusts becoming faster and harder.
She moaned with each thrust, her hands bracing herself against the window. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, his thrusts becoming more erratic. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside of her.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined. The sun had set, the room now dark. But the memory of their lovemaking would stay with them, a reminder of the passion and desire they shared.
The end.
