The full moon cast a soft glow on the Indian woman’s thick, luscious body as she stood at the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her bare ass. She was nude, her curves on display in all their glory.
Anjali, a young Indian woman of 23, had always been proud of her body. She loved the way it looked, the way it felt. And she loved the way it responded to the touch of her lover, Aman.
Aman was a handsome Indian man, with dark, piercing eyes and a chiseled jawline. He was standing behind Anjali, his body pressed against hers, his hands caressing her soft, brown skin.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
Anjali moaned, her body responding to his touch. She reached behind her, her hand finding Aman’s hard cock. She stroked it gently, feeling it throb in her hand.
Aman growled, his lips finding Anjali’s neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wet, throbbing pussy.
Anjali gasped as Aman’s fingers entered her, her body trembling with pleasure. She turned her head, her lips finding Aman’s, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.
Aman lifted Anjali in his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her pussy.
Anjali moaned, her legs wrapping around Aman’s waist, pulling him closer. She gasped as Aman entered her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Aman began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Anjali met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Aman’s fingers found Anjali’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
Anjali cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as she came, her pussy clenching around Aman’s cock. Aman followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he filled Anjali with his cum.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had many more hours of pleasure ahead of them.
The end.
