The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush gardens of the lavish estate. Among the many exotic plants and trees, a woman stood, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. She was nude, her voluptuous figure bathed in the soft light, her thick curves beckoning to the darkness. She was a stunning Indian woman, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, a true Indian babe.
She was waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation. She knew he would come, for they had shared this secret tryst many times before. He was a powerful man, older than her, but she was not afraid. In his company, she felt desired, wanted, and alive. She was his secret lover, and he was hers.
As if on cue, she heard the rustling of leaves, the soft footsteps approaching. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He was a handsome man, his hair graying at the temples, his eyes filled with lust and longing. He wore a simple robe, which he quickly shed, revealing his naked body.
Without a word, they came together, their bodies entwining in a passionate embrace. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, causing her to shiver with pleasure. His lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling. She gasped, her back arching, her body begging for more.
His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers found her wet and ready, her pussy eager for his touch. He teased her, his fingers circling her clit, causing her to moan louder.
She was ready, her body begging for him. He entered her, his cock sliding in easily, filling her completely. She gasped, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his thrusts slow at first, then faster, harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time.
Their moans filled the night, echoing through the gardens. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles. She cried out, her body trembling, her orgasm building. He thrust deeper, harder, pushing her over the edge. She came, her body shaking, her moans filling the night.
He wasn’t done yet. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her around, her back to him. He entered her again, his thrusts harder, deeper. She gasped, her hands bracing herself against a tree. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in circles. She came again, her body trembling, her moans filling the night.
He pulled out, his cum mixing with her juices. He turned her around, his lips finding hers in a soft kiss. They stood there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
As the sun began to rise, they parted, their bodies sated, their hearts full. They would meet again, their secret trysts continuing under the cover of darkness. For now, they were content, their bodies and souls fulfilled.
The end.
