In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood with her back facing the door. The gentle hum of the air conditioning was the only sound that filled the otherwise silent space. She was nude, her voluptuous figure casting a shadow on the wall behind her. Her thick, curves were a testament to her Indian heritage, her dark skin glowing in the soft light.
She heard the door creak open, and the sound of footsteps approaching her. She didn’t turn around, but instead, she let out a soft sigh as she felt a pair of hands rest on her hips. The hands slowly trailed up her body, caressing her soft skin as they went. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being touched.
The hands reached her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples. She let out a soft moan as she felt the man behind her nibble on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. She leaned back into him, her ass grinding against his growing erection.
He spun her around, his eyes taking in her naked form. She was a goddess, her curves beckoning him to touch her. He obliged, his hands exploring every inch of her body. She gasped as he reached her pussy, his fingers teasing her clit before plunging into her wetness.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He obliged, his cock pressing against her entrance. She moaned as he entered her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He started thrusting, their bodies moving in unison.
He reached around, grabbing her ass as he pounded into her. She moaned louder, her nails digging into his back. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.
The room fell silent once again, the only sounds coming from their heavy breathing. The woman with raven black hair turned to look at him, her eyes filled with desire. She whispered, “Again.” And with that, they began again, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself.
