In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The figure of a woman, her silhouette framed by the window, was the only source of light in the room. She was an Indian woman, her thick black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. Her body was voluptuous, a true representation of the goddesses of Indian mythology. She was facing away from the window, giving me a tantalizing view of her nude back.
She must have sensed my presence, as she slowly turned around, her eyes meeting mine. She gave me a coy smile, her full lips curling up at the corners. She was absolutely stunning, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Her stomach was flat, with a small piercing above her navel. Her hips flared out, leading down to her thick thighs and calves.
I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes taking in every inch of her body. She must have noticed my gaze, as she slowly walked towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped in front of me, her eyes locked onto mine. She reached out, her fingers tracing a line down my chest.
“You’re staring,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. I could feel my heart racing, my breath hitching in my throat.
“I can’t help it,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”
She gave me a small smile, her fingers still tracing patterns on my chest. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, feel the heat of her breath against my lips. She deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I could feel myself getting harder, my body responding to her touch.
She pulled away, her lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin. She trailed kisses down my neck, her hands roaming over my body. She reached my nipples, her fingers pinching and twisting them gently. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.
She continued her descent, her lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin. She reached my pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. She pulled them down, her eyes widening as she saw my hard cock. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, her fingers tightening around the base. She started to stroke, her hand moving up and down my shaft. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.
She leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. She started to suck, her tongue swirling around the tip. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.
She started to move faster, her hand and mouth working in tandem. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned, my voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t stop, her mouth and hand continuing their assault. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, my body trembling with need.
And then I was cumming, my body shuddering with pleasure. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.
She pulled away, giving me a small smile.
“I think it’s my turn now,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
She pushed me down onto the bed, her body covering mine. She reached down, her fingers finding my still hard cock. She positioned herself above me, her pussy hovering over my cock.
She slowly lowered herself down, her pussy enveloping my cock. She started to move, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine.
“Cum for me,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
And I did, my body shuddering with pleasure. She collapsed on top of me, her body slick with sweat.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
I couldn’t agree more. It was a night I would never forget.
