The Black-Haired Temptress

In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door. She was completely naked, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lone lamp in the corner. Her thick curves were on full display, her Indian heritage evident in the rich, olive tone of her skin.

A soft knock at the door broke the silence, and she turned her head to see who it was. A man stood in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her. He quickly composed himself and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

She turned to face him fully, her full lips curving into a seductive smile. “You’re here now,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into his arms and crushing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to tangle with his.

His hands roamed over her body, cupping her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her own hands reaching down to grip his firm ass.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. She shivered with pleasure, her breathing quickening.

His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her thick thighs and spreading them apart. She gasped as his fingers found her wet pussy, sliding easily inside her.

He began to finger her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

He continued to finger her for several minutes, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before slowing down. She whimpered in frustration, but he silenced her with a deep kiss.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough.

He knelt down behind her, his tongue replacing his fingers as he licked her wet pussy. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer and came hard, her juices flowing freely. He lapped it up, savoring the taste.

He stood up and positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressed against her ass. She reached back and guided it to her wet pussy, moaning as he entered her.

He began to fuck her, slow and deep at first before picking up the pace. She matched his rhythm, her own hips meeting his thrusts.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they reached for their release. He reached around and began to rub her clit again, sending her over the edge.

She came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as he followed her, filling her with his hot cum.

They collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, her head resting on his chest as they drifted off to sleep.

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