In the dimly lit room, a woman stood facing away from the door, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was completely nude, her back to the viewer, and her long, thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, glowing in the warm light. She was an Indian babe, exotic and enticing.
Ravi, a young man in his early twenties, had been admiring her from the door for what seemed like an eternity. He had been seduced by her beauty, her grace, and the way she carried herself with such confidence and poise. He couldn’t believe his luck when she had invited him to her room, but now that he was here, he was nervous. He had never been with a woman like her before.
She must have sensed his hesitation, as she turned around to face him, her full, round breasts bouncing gently with the movement. Her dark eyes sparkled with desire, and she smiled invitingly at him.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in and join me?” she asked, her voice sultry and husky.
Ravi swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. She moved closer to him, her body pressed against his, her breasts flattening against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking through his shirt, and he shivered with pleasure.
She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and he leaned into her touch. She pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue snaked out, exploring his mouth, and he responded in kind, their tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin. He moaned, his head falling back, giving her better access. She took advantage of it, her hands roaming over his body, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, her mouth following the path of her hands, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on his skin.
She reached down, her hand cupping his crotch, feeling the hard length of his cock through his pants. He gasped, his hips bucking forward, seeking more contact. She smiled, her fingers deftly undoing his pants, freeing his cock.
She sank to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. He groaned, his hands going to her head, tangling in her thick black hair. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips tight around him. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to be inside her when he did.
He pulled her up, his mouth finding hers again in a searing kiss. He lifted her, his hands cupping her round ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy pressing against his cock. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was ready for him.
He carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back. He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, her skin glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She moaned, her hands going to his head, holding him in place.
He moved down, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel. She gasped, her hips bucking up, seeking more contact. He smiled, his mouth reaching her pussy. He could smell her arousal, and he inhaled deeply, the scent driving him wild.
He licked her, his tongue parting her lips, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hands going to his head, holding him in place. He licked her again, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling it harden under his touch. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking
over it, and she cried out, her hips bucking up, seeking more contact. He continued to lick and suck her, his fingers finding her entrance, sliding into her. She was wet, her pussy clasping around his fingers, and he knew she was ready for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. He looked at her, her eyes dark with desire, and he knew she was ready. He pushed into her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She moaned, her hands going to his hips, pulling him deeper into her.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.
He changed the angle, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She cried out, her hands going to her breasts, squeezing them. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, and he knew she was close. He increased his pace, his hips moving faster and faster.
She cried out, her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm washing over her. He groaned, his own orgasm following hers. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside her. He could feel her heart racing, matching his own.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. He rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft and husky.
He smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Yes, it was,” he agreed.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The sun had set, and the room was bathed in darkness, but they didn’t notice. They were lost in each other, their bodies and souls connected in a way they had never experienced before.
The end.
