In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, raven-black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was completely nude, her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowing in the warm light. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her buttocks. She was a stunning Indian babe, her body a work of art.
He watched her from the doorway, his heart racing as he took in the sight of her. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, ever since they had first met at a party and he had been captivated by her beauty and her confident, seductive air. He had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her, and now, here she was, standing before him, offering herself to him.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She did not turn to face him, but instead stood there, her back straight, her head held high. He could see the curve of her spine, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips. She was a vision, a goddess, and he was powerless to resist her.
He stopped behind her, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes dark and full of desire. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made his heart skip a beat.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her mouth opening to allow his tongue to explore hers. He could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. He reached down, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her closer to him.
She moaned, her body moving against his, her hips grinding against his growing erection. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasing them into hard, erect peaks. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He knelt before her, his hands caressing her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and he saw the desire, the need, in her gaze. He leaned in, his lips finding her clit, his tongue swirling around it, teasing it into a hard, throbbing bud. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers finding her entrance, his thumb pressing against her tight, puckered hole. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her hips grinding against his mouth. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb pressing against her ass, teasing her, preparing her for what was to come. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her hips grinding against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his cock.
He stood up, his cock throbbing with need, his balls aching with desire. He positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her wet, swollen pussy. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure, her hips bucking against him.
He pushed inside her, his cock filling her, stretching her, making her moan with pleasure. He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust making her moan louder, each thrust making her body tremble with pleasure.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb pressing against her ass. He started to rub, his fingers moving in
