In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. Her thick, nude black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a waterfall of darkness that shimmered in the faint light. She was an Indian beauty, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the lamps. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, as if she were lost in a world of her own.
He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitched in his throat. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, her fiery spirit and her enchanting beauty drawing him in. He had waited, bided his time, and now here she was, in his room, her body begging to be touched.
He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped behind her, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and dark, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her body pressing against his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. His hands wandered, caressing her curves, feeling the softness of her skin.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms. He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He knelt before her, his hands on her thighs, his eyes level with her pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her lips, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He leaned in, his tongue darting out, tasting her, savoring her. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
He stood up, his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her pussy. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and she nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. He entered her, slowly, inch by inch, feeling her warmth envelop him. She moaned, her head thrown back, her body moving in rhythm with his.
He fucked her, hard and deep, his hands on her hips, guiding her. She met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. He felt her climax, her pussy clenching around his cock, her moans filling the room. He followed her, his cock twitching, his cum filling her.
They collapsed on the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire, and she smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. They lay there, lost in each other, their bodies whispering stories in the shadow.
