In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick curves and a cascade of black hair stood before a full-length mirror. She was nude, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her back was towards the mirror, and she admired her reflection, appreciating her full hips, voluptuous thighs, and round buttocks. She was an Indian babe, proud of her body and her sexuality.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting those of a man who had entered the room unnoticed. He was a handsome stranger, his eyes filled with desire as he drank in her naked form. She smiled, inviting him closer, and he eagerly obliged.
He approached her from behind, his hands reaching out to touch her soft skin. He caressed her arms, her shoulders, and her waist, his touch igniting a fire within her. She leaned back against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned softly.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Her fingers traced the outline of his muscles, feeling his strength, while his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, and she gasped as he nibbled on her earlobe.
His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her hips and then to her thighs. He lifted one leg, placing it on a nearby chair, opening her up to him. His fingers found her wetness, and he teased her clit, making her moan louder.
She reached behind her, gripping his hard cock through his pants. She rubbed him, feeling him grow harder in her hand. She unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock, and she stroked him, her fingers gliding up and down his length.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. She pushed back, taking him in, and they both moaned as he filled her.
He started to move, thrusting in and out of her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. She reached back, gripping his thigh, urging him deeper. He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the music that played in the background. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed her, making her moan louder, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him, signaling her impending orgasm.
She came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He continued to thrust into her, his own orgasm building. He groaned as he came, filling her with his warmth.
They stood there, still connected, as their breathing returned to normal. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and they stood there, lost in their own world, for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, they pulled apart, their bodies slick with sweat. They dressed, their eyes meeting, and they smiled. They both knew that this was just the beginning, and they looked forward to the many sensual dances of desire that were yet to come.
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**Prompt:** Nude thick woman, black hair, Indian, back view, Indian babe. **Story Length:** Medium. **Language:** English. **Genre:** Erotic Fiction. **Content:** Sexual content, nudity, foreplay, penetration, orgasms. **Character:** Thick, curvy Indian woman with black hair, handsome stranger. **Setting:** Dimly lit room with a full-length mirror. **Sound:** Moans, gasps, and heavy breathing. **Sex Position:** Doggy style. **Rating:** Explicit.
