It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with humidity. I had just arrived home from a long day at work, eager to relax and unwind. As I stepped through the front door, I was greeted by the sight of a woman standing in my living room, her back turned to me. She was completely nude, her thick body on full display. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and I could see the curves of her hips and thighs from behind.
I approached her slowly, my heart racing with excitement and curiosity. As I got closer, I could see the slight tremble in her legs, and I knew she was nervous. I reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped at the touch.
“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
She turned to face me, her eyes wide with fear and desire. I could see the sweat beading on her forehead, and I knew she was ready for me. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, where we collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
We started slowly, our bodies pressed together as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and I reached down to cup them in my hands. She moaned softly as I pinched her nipples, and I could feel her growing wetter by the second.
I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as I went. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face, and I took advantage of the opportunity to suck and bite at her nipples. She cried out in pleasure, her hands tangled in my hair as she held me close.
I continued my descent down her body, licking and kissing every inch of her skin. When I reached her pussy, I could see that she was already soaking wet. I spread her legs wide and dove in, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice of her sex. She moaned and bucked her hips, grinding herself against my face as I licked and sucked at her clit.
I could feel her muscles tensing, and I knew she was close. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me as I stroked her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body like a wave.
As she came down from her high, I positioned myself above her, my cock pressed against her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and nodded. I slid inside her, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate me. She was so tight, so hot, and I couldn’t help but groan as I filled her up.
We started slowly, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. I thrust in and out of her, my hips grinding against hers as I drove deeper and deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in closer as she met each thrust with one of her own.
I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I approached my climax. I reached down and stroked her clit, feeling her muscles clench around me as she came again. The sensation was too much for me, and I followed her over the edge, my cock throbbing as I filled her with my seed.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined as we came down from our high. I kissed her softly, my lips brushing against hers as I whispered, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
She smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “Neither have I,” she said. “It was amazing.”
And it was. It was a moment I would never forget, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that I would cherish forever. The black-haired Indian goddess had shown me a world of pleasure I had never known before, and I was grateful for every second of it.
