In the dimly lit room, a woman stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. She was nude, her back a canvas of smooth, golden-brown skin. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering in the faint light. She was an Indian beauty, her curves full and inviting.
He watched her from the doorway, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the rounded globes of her buttocks. He felt his cock stir, the familiar heat spreading through his groin. He had wanted her since the moment they met, her mysterious allure drawing him in like a moth to a flame.
He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge his presence. He knew she knew he was there, could feel her awareness like a tangible thing in the room. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her arm.
She turned then, her eyes meeting his. They were dark, like the depths of the night, and he felt himself drowning in their depths. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and he felt his cock twitch in response.
She stepped closer, her body pressing against his. He could feel the heat of her, the softness of her breasts against his chest. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head down to meet hers.
Their lips met in a kiss, soft and tender at first, then growing more passionate. Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his lips, seeking entry. He opened for her, their tongues tangling together in a dance as old as time.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his jaw, to his neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin, her teeth scraping against him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his cock hardening even further.
She moved lower, her lips brushing against the tight buds of his nipples. She sucked one into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. He gasped, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders.
She moved lower still, her lips brushing against the soft skin of his stomach. She knelt before him, her eyes meeting his. He could see the desire in her gaze, the hunger. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock.
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He groaned, his head falling back. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the droplet of pre-cum beading at the tip.
She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. She sucked, her head bobbing up and down. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.
She pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a pop. She stood, her body pressing against his once more. He could feel her breasts, her nipples hard against his chest.
She reached down, her fingers finding his. She guided his hand between her legs, her wetness coating his fingers. He groaned, his cock twitching.
