In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair sat on the edge of the bed, her body naked and unashamed. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, and her curves generous and inviting. Her back was turned to the man who had just entered the room, giving him a tantalizing view of her thick, round bottom and the small of her back.
The man, a tall and handsome stranger, could not take his eyes off of her. He had met her at a bar earlier that night, and they had hit it off immediately. She had invited him back to her place, and he had eagerly agreed.
As he approached her, she stood up and turned to face him. Her dark eyes sparkled with desire, and her full lips curved into a seductive smile. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her fingertips.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and crushing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to tangle with his. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he grew hard with desire.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and making her gasp with pleasure. He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs until they were tight and aching. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands and moaning with pleasure.
He knelt before her, his eyes level with her hips. He reached out and traced a finger along the curve of her hip, then down to the dark triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs. She was already wet, her juices glistening on her inner thighs.
He parted her lips with his fingers, revealing her swollen clit. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over it, making her gasp with pleasure. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he licked and sucked at her clit.
He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She was tight, her muscles clenching around his finger. He added a second finger, stretching her open and preparing her for his cock.
She was moaning now, her hips thrusting against his mouth as he licked and sucked at her clit. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He curled his fingers inside of her, hitting her G-spot and sending her over the edge.
She cried out, her hips bucking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He held her in place, his fingers still buried inside of her, as she came down from her orgasm.
When she had recovered, he stood up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. She reached down and stroked his cock, feeling it throb and twitch in her hand.
He positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust into her in one swift motion. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her. He began to move, his hips pistoning as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, pulling him deeper inside of her. He reached down and stroked her clit, making her moan with pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. She clenched her muscles around his cock, sending him over the edge.
He cried out, his hips stuttering as he filled her with his seed. She milked him dry, her muscles still clenching around his cock.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together and their breaths slowing as they came down from their high.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
They lay there, their bodies still entwined, as the night wore on.
