In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair sat on the edge of the bed. Her smooth, dark skin glowed in the soft light, and her thick, luscious body begged to be touched. She was an Indian beauty, her curves accentuated by the traditional garments she had shed, now lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her bare shoulders and the soft curves of her hips.
She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Her full, pink lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she took in the sight of the man who had been seducing her all evening. He was a handsome stranger, his chiseled features and muscular physique a testament to his prowess.
The man approached her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against the soft skin of her back. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he traced a path down her spine.
He leaned in, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He kissed her gently, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He took full advantage, his lips and tongue exploring her neck, her earlobes, and the sensitive spot behind her ear.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her body against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.
