In the dimly lit room, a thick Indian woman with black hair stood before the large window, her silhouette framed by the city lights behind her. She was stunningly beautiful, with an ample figure and curves in all the right places. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her smooth, golden skin glowed in the soft light.
She was completely nude, save for the diamonds that adorned her neck and wrists. Her back was towards me, and I couldn’t help but admire the view. Her hips flared out gently, leading down to her round, firm ass. Her thighs were thick and strong, and her calves were toned and shapely.
I approached her slowly, my eyes never leaving her body. She didn’t turn around, but she knew I was there. I could see the goosebumps on her skin, and I knew she was excited. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she leaned back into me, letting out a soft sigh.
I kissed her neck, slowly working my way up to her ear. She shivered as I nibbled on her earlobe, and I could feel her heart racing. I reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. She moaned softly as I pinched her nipples, and I could feel her getting wet.
I turned her around to face me, and I was met with the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. She looked up at me, and I could see the desire in her gaze. I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts and her nipples. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her body begging for more.
I reached her hips, and I spread her legs wide. Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the low light. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, working my way closer to her center. She moaned and begged me to lick her, to taste her.
I obliged, and I ran my tongue along her slit. She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked on her clit, and she cried out in pleasure. I slid a finger inside of her, and she moaned even louder.
I added a second finger, and I began to fuck her with them. She was getting close, and I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers. I curled them up, hitting her G-spot, and she screamed in pleasure.
She came hard, her juices flowing freely. I licked them up, savoring the taste. She lay there, panting and spent. I climbed up her body, and I positioned my cock at her entrance.
She looked up at me, and she nodded. I pushed inside of her, and she cried out in pleasure. I started to move, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her.
I fucked her hard and fast, and she met me thrust for thrust. We were both getting close, and I could feel her walls tightening around me. I reached down and rubbed her clit, and she came again, her orgasm triggering mine.
I filled her with my cum, and she milked every last drop out of me. We lay there, panting and satisfied. She looked up at me, and she smiled.
“Again,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.”
And so I did. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, losing ourselves in the pleasure that only two people in love can give each other. It was a night I would never forget, a night of passion and desire that would stay with me forever.
