The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the rooftops of the city. A lone figure stood at the edge of a building, the wind tugging at her long, black hair. She was a woman of Indian descent, her curves full and her skin a rich, warm brown. Her eyes were closed, her face turned up to the sky, as she drank in the cool night air.
She was dressed in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her every curve. Her back was turned to the city, her thick, exotic beauty on display for anyone who happened to look up. She was a vision, a goddess of the night, and she knew it.
She felt a presence behind her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and heavy, as he took in the sight of her. She could hear his breath, shallow and uneven, as he drank in her scent.
Without a word, he stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch her. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breast. She shivered at his touch, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control.
He turned her around, his eyes blazing with desire as he looked upon her. His hands went to her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had fallen. She didn’t know where they had come from, but she couldn’t stop them. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions, the depth of her longing.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both soft and passionate. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. She responded in kind, her own tongue dancing with his as they lost themselves in the moment.
His hands went to her dress, pulling it down to reveal her full, round breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to harden. She moaned, her head falling back as he continued to touch her.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her nipples, his tongue swirling around them. She gasped, her hands going to his head, holding him in place as he continued to tease her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache growing stronger with each passing moment.
He stood up, his lips finding hers once again as he lifted her up, his hands going to her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her to the edge of the building.
He laid her down on the soft, cool grass, his body covering hers as he continued to kiss her. His hands went to her panties, pulling them down to reveal her wet, eager pussy. She moaned, her hips bucking as he touched her.
He entered her slowly, his cock filling her up, stretching her in the most delicious way. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back as he began to move. He thrust into her, hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She could feel herself building, the pressure growing stronger with each passing moment. She called out his name, her body trembling as she reached her peak. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, as they caught their breath. The wind blew gently around them, the cool night air a welcome relief from the heat of their passion.
They knew that they would have to return to the world soon, but for now, they were content to stay in each other’s arms, lost in their own little world. The city could wait. They had all the time in the world.
