In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair and golden-brown skin stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was nude, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the moon. Radhika, an Indian beauty, was visiting from out of town, and she had caught my eye from the moment I saw her.
“Radhika,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
She turned to face me, her thick black hair cascading down her back. Her brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and intrigue. I moved closer to her, my eyes locked on hers. I reached out, gently tracing her collarbone with my finger. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip. I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I moved lower, my lips finding her nipples. I sucked and nipped at them, feeling them harden under my touch. She gasped, her back arching. I moved further down, my mouth finding her belly button. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling her muscles clench.
I knelt before her, my eyes locked on her pussy. It was glistening with wetness, a testament to her arousal. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey. I groaned, my cock hardening.
I licked and sucked at her clit, feeling it swell under my touch. She moaned, her hips grinding against my face. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around it. I added another finger, stretching her out.
“Please, I need more,” she begged, her voice breathless.
