In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, raven-black hair stood with her back facing the door. The only source of light was a small lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm glow on her bare skin. She was nude, her silhouette outlined by the soft light. Her Indian heritage was evident in her caramel-colored skin and the curves of her body. She was a breathtaking sight, a goddess in her own right.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of her beauty. She was a woman who knew her worth, who wore her confidence like a cloak. He admired her from afar, his desire for her growing with each passing day.
Slowly, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn around, but he knew she was aware of his presence. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the slight tremble in her shoulders. He was close now, so close he could reach out and touch her.
He didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She leaned back, her body fitting perfectly against his. He could feel her heart beating, could smell the scent of her shampoo. It was intoxicating, and he found himself lost in her.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, a gentle exploration of each other. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He took advantage, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She tasted of sweetness and spice, a combination that was uniquely her.
His hands continued to roam, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He could feel her arousal, could smell it in the air. It was intoxicating, and he found himself lost in her.
He knelt behind her, his lips finding her ass. He kissed her, his tongue tracing the curve of her cheek. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. And he was more than happy to provide.
He spread her cheeks, his tongue finding her asshole. He licked her, his tongue probing her entrance. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He could feel her muscles relaxing, could feel her becoming more pliable in his arms.
He stood up, his hands finding her hips. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She pushed back, taking him inside her. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips.
They began to move, their bodies finding a rhythm. He thrust into her, his cock hitting her spot. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He could feel her climax building, could feel her muscles tightening around his cock.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in a circular motion. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He could feel her climax building, could feel her muscles tightening around his cock.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms. He could feel her climax building, could feel her muscles tightening around his cock.
And then she came, her body trembling in his arms. He could feel her muscles contracting around his cock, could feel her climax pulsing through her. He groaned, his own climax building.
He thrust into her one last time, his cock buried deep inside her. He came, his seed filling her. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms.
They stood there, their bodies connected, their breaths mingling in the air. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She leaned back, her body fitting perfectly against his.
They stood there, in the dimly lit room, their bodies entwined. And for a moment, they were the only two people in the world.
