In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair as dark as the night sky stood in front of the full-length mirror. She was completely nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft light. Her back was towards the mirror, giving a tantalizing view of her smooth, round buttocks and the small of her back. She was a stunning Indian babe, her beauty only surpassed by her sensuality.
Raj, a man of Indian descent but born and raised in America, couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had been admiring her from afar for weeks, but tonight was the night he would make his move. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. She must have sensed his presence, as she turned to face him, her full lips curling into a seductive smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her accent thick and sultry.
Without a word, Raj closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her silky hair. He ran his fingers through the thick locks, pulling her closer to him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
Raj’s hands explored her body, caressing her curves and feeling the heat emanating from her skin. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
She responded by running her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. She deftly undid the buttons, her fingers moving with a practiced ease. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, her hands exploring his bare chest.
Raj’s hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her hips and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy.
He knelt down in front of her, his mouth inches from her pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. She nodded, giving him permission to continue. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and musk. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of her pussy.
She moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. She ground her hips against his face, urging him to continue. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. He added a second finger, fucking her with his fingers while his tongue continued to explore her clit.
She was close, her moans becoming louder and more frequent. He could feel her muscles tensing, her body shaking with pleasure. He quickened his pace, his fingers and tongue working in unison to bring her to the edge.
With a cry, she came, her juices flowing freely. Raj stood up, his lips and chin glistening with her wetness. She pulled him close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her desire.
She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She straddled him, her pussy hovering above his hard cock. She looked into his eyes, a mischievous glint in hers.
“Are you ready for me?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Raj nodded, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She slowly lowered herself onto him, her pussy swallowing his cock whole. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Raj moaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him. She leaned forward, her nipples brushing against his chest. He could feel her breasts pressed against him, her
hard nipples poking into his skin.
She increased her pace, her hips moving faster and faster. Raj could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his balls tightening with each thrust. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, matching her rhythm.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Raj followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside of her as he came. She collapsed onto him, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They didn’t need words, their bodies had spoken for them. They had connected on a level that only came with great sex.
As they lay there, Raj couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. He had found his Indian goddess, and he was going to worship her every chance he got.
