In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood before the large window overlooking the bustling city below. She was nude, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight. Her silhouette was that of a goddess, an Indian beauty with an air of mystery that was palpable.
The man, an Indian businessman who had stumbled upon her in a chance encounter, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had been captivated by her beauty, her allure, and the promise of what lay ahead. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body.
“You are stunning,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine.
“I know,” she replied, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her. She pulled away, a teasing glint in her eye.
“Not yet,” she said, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. She reached for the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up and over her head. She stood before him, completely nude, her body on display for his pleasure.
He couldn’t help himself. He reached for her, his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back. He leaned in, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and nibbled, his hands roaming her body.
She responded eagerly, her own hands exploring his body. She reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around it. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft.
He was on fire, his need for her growing with every passing moment. He pushed her back, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together. He reached for her pussy, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, then two. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He stroked her, his fingers finding that sweet spot.
She was ready. She pushed him back, her eyes glinting with desire. She pushed him down onto the bed, her body following. She straddled him, her pussy hovering above his cock.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. She smiled, her body lowering onto his. He groaned as he entered her, her pussy tight and hot around him.
She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth. He met her thrust for thrust, his hands gripping her hips. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest.
He could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening. She must have sensed it too, her movements becoming faster, more urgent.
“Cum for me,” she whispered in his ear. And he did, his release filling her. She collapsed onto him, her body spent.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a sweet reminder of what they had just shared.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. She smiled, her eyes closed in contentment.
“I know,” she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.
And as they lay there, their bodies still entwined, the city below seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the woman in his arms, the woman who had captivated him with her beauty, her allure, and the promise of what lay ahead.
