The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the room, illuminating the figure of a woman standing in front of the large window. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, the darkness of her hair contrasting against the paleness of her bare skin. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and soft, her body a testament to her heritage.
She stood there for a moment, her eyes closed, her breath coming in soft gasps. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her back, could feel the way his eyes traced the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She knew what he wanted, knew what he desired. And she wanted it too.
Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. He was seated on the bed, his gaze intense, his body tense with desire. She could see the bulge in his pants, knew that he was ready for her. And she was ready for him.
She moved towards him, her hips swaying gently, her breasts bouncing with each step. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could feel the way he leaned towards her, his body yearning for her touch. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path from his chest to his abs, her touch light, teasing.
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her hips, pulling her closer. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her belly, could feel the way it throbbed with need. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her tongue darting out to taste him.
He groaned again, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her closer still. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips, could feel the way his tongue dueled with hers. She moaned, her body pressed against his, her breasts crushed against his chest.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her head falling back, her body arching towards him. He sucked at her neck, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, pinching and twisting them.
She moaned, her hands reaching out to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He groaned, his lips moving down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her chest, down her belly. He knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, her body trembling with need. He licked at her, his tongue tracing a path up and down her slit, his fingers teasing her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking, her body begging for more.
He sucked at her clit, his fingers sliding into her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned, her body trembling, her orgasm building. He sucked harder, his fingers fucking her, his thumb rubbing her clit. She came, her body shaking, her moans filling the room.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing a path down her cheek, down her neck, down her chest, down her belly. He stopped at her pussy, his fingers sliding into her, his thumb rubbing her clit.
She moaned, her hips bucking, her body begging for more. He pulled his fingers out, his cock replacing them. He pushed into her, his cock filling her, stretching her. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She moaned, her hips meeting his, her body moving with his. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered. She moaned, her hips bucking, her body begging for his cum. He groaned, his cock throbbing, his cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together, their breaths coming in soft gasps. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. They kissed, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world.
