In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood, her silhouette framed by the window. The soft glow of the moonlight illuminated her voluptuous figure, her curves accentuated by the cool air of the night. She was a sight to behold, a true Indian beauty, her thick curves beckoning to the man who would soon claim her as his own.
He watched her from across the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, her thick body and dark hair driving him wild with desire. He knew that she wanted him too, he could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at him with a hunger that mirrored his own.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
Their kiss deepened, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. He ran his hands over her curves, his fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, her waist, her hips. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. He reached behind her, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, revealing her bare skin underneath. She was naked, her thick body on display for him.
He took a step back, his eyes taking in her curves. She was stunning, her dark hair cascading down her back, her breasts full and heavy, her hips wide and inviting. He couldn’t resist any longer, he had to have her.
He stepped closer, his hands reaching for her. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers once again. She wrapped her arms around him, her body pressing against his.
He reached down, his fingers finding her wetness. She was ready for him, her body begging for his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. She moaned, her hips moving against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her open. She was tight, her muscles gripping him. He moved his fingers in and out, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch.
She was close, her breath coming in short gasps. He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with her wetness. He brought it to his lips, tasting her. She was sweet, her juices coating his tongue.
He pulled her down to the floor, their bodies entwined. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.
He pushed inside her, feeling her tightness surround him. She moaned, her body moving against his. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once again. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her body tremble beneath him. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.
He followed her over the edge, his body tensing as he filled her with his seed. She milked him dry, her muscles gripping him.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night had been long, but the passion had been worth it. They would do it again, and again, until the dawn broke and the new day began.
