In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. The soft glow of the lanterns cast long shadows, outlining her voluptuous figure. Thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. She was naked, her curves beckoning to the man who had just entered the room.
He closed the door softly, his eyes never leaving her. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of caramel. Her hips flared enticingly, inviting his touch. He took a step towards her, his heart pounding in his chest.
“You’re late,” she said, her voice husky. She didn’t turn around. Instead, she ran her fingers down her spine, tracing the curve of her buttocks. He watched, entranced, as she dipped her fingers between her legs.
“I’m here now,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her. She leaned into his touch, her body molding against his.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. He knelt behind her, his mouth finding her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, his hands gripping her hips.
She was wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he slid them inside her. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He fingered her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. She moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his tip teasing her entrance. She pushed back, taking him inside her. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, their moans filling the room. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed her, his release filling her. They stayed like that, their bodies connected, for a few moments. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her legs.
She turned around, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. “Until next time,” she said, her voice soft.
He nodded, watching as she walked away. He adjusted his clothes, his mind still reeling from the encounter. He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.
He couldn’t wait for their next whispers in the shadow.
