The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lush gardens of the Indian palace. A woman, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, moved silently through the shadows. She was nude, her curvaceous body on display, every inch of her a testament to the beauty of her people. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her plump ass. She was a babe, a goddess, and she was on a mission.
She had set her sights on the prince, a man known for his virility and skill in the bedroom. He was a handsome devil, with dark eyes that seemed to see right through her. She had wanted him from the moment she laid eyes on him, and tonight, she would have him.
She found him on the balcony, staring out at the night sky. He was nude, his body chiseled and toned, a living sculpture of masculine perfection. His cock was already hard, the shaft thick and long, the head purple and swollen. She licked her lips, her pussy growing wet at the sight of him.
She approached him slowly, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing with each step. He turned to her, his eyes widening in surprise and desire. She smiled, her full lips curling up in a seductive grin.
“Prince,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I have been thinking of you all day.”
He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. He traced a path down her neck, his fingers lingering on her collarbone. She shivered, her nipples hardening into tight buds.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. She opened her mouth, inviting him in. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her pussy growing wetter.
He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, his tongue swirling around the tight bud. She moaned, her hands reaching down to grip his ass. He was all muscle, his cheeks firm beneath her fingers.
He moved his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, his fingers moving in slow circles. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still circling her clit. She gasped, her pussy clenching around his finger.
He added another finger, stretching her. She moaned, her head falling back. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm building. He quickened his pace, his thumb moving faster on her clit. She came, her pussy contracting around his fingers.
He lifted her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her head falling forward. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He moved faster, his thrusts harder. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her orgasm building again.
He thrust deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He groaned, his cock twitching inside her. He came, his cum filling her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard. She smiled, her eyes filled with desire.
“Again?” she whispered, her voice husky.
He grinned, his eyes dark with desire.
“Again,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
And so they continued, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. The night was young, and they had all the time in the world.
