In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the moonlight streaming in. Her back was to me, and I couldn’t help but admire the thick, voluptuous form of her. Her hair was black and Indian, cascading down her back in a silken waterfall. She was an Indian babe, a goddess in her own right.
As I approached her, she turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with desire. I could see the curves of her breasts, her dark nipples erect with want. Her stomach was flat, leading down to the triangle of black hair that guarded her most intimate of places.
I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching in her throat. I pulled her close, our bodies pressed together, feeling the heat radiating off of her.
Our lips met, our tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual dance. I could taste the sweetness of her lips, the warmth of her breath. She moaned softly, her hands roaming over my body, her fingers digging into my back.
My hands wandered down her body, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, feeling her shiver with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts further into my hands, her moans growing louder.
I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, feeling her squirm with delight. I kissed my way down her body, my tongue tracing a path down her stomach, stopping just above the triangle of hair. I looked up at her, my eyes locked on hers as I dipped my head lower, my tongue darting out to taste her.
She gasped, her hands gripping my hair as I explored her with my tongue. I licked and sucked, feeling her muscles clench and release under my touch. She was wet, her juices coating my tongue as I delved deeper.
I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench around it. I added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking against my face.
I stood, my cock hard and ready. I positioned myself at her entrance, my tip brushing against her wet folds. I looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need reflected in them. I thrust into her, feeling her walls close around me.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel her muscles clenching and releasing around me, her moans growing louder and more frantic. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles around it.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I could feel her walls pulsing around me, her muscles contracting and releasing. I thrust a few more times, my own orgasm building until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came inside of her, filling her with my seed.
We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing heavy. The sweat dripped from our bodies, mixing with the evidence of our passion.
It was a night to remember, a night of passion and desire. A night that I would remember for the rest of my life.
