In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, nude black hair stood facing away from the man who admired her. She was an Indian babe, with a back view that could make any man’s heart race. Her olive skin glowed in the soft light, and her curves were accentuated by the red lingerie she wore.
The man approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She gasped as she felt his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
He began to kiss her neck softly, his lips brushing against her skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He trailed kisses down to her earlobe, nibbling gently before moving back up to her ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes shining with lust. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
He reached up, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch. He pinched her nipples gently, causing her to moan into his mouth.
He moved his hands down, tracing a line down her stomach and to the waistband of her lingerie. He slowly slid it down, revealing her bare ass. He caressed her cheeks gently, admiring their firmness.
She turned around, facing him now. She reached out, tracing a finger down his chest. She looked up at him through her lashes, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He knelt between her legs, pulling her closer to him. He leaned down, kissing her inner thigh. She squirmed beneath him, her breath hitching as he got closer to her pussy.
He licked her slit, tasting her wetness. She moaned, her back arching off the bed. He licked her clit, teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tightness. He curled it up, finding her G-spot. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, fucking her slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He positioned himself at her entrance, looking up at her. She nodded, giving him permission. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. He pulled out, only to thrust back in again. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She gasped, her breath coming in short pants.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice getting louder with each thrust.
He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around him. He increased his pace, fucking her harder.
She screamed, her orgasm washing over her. He groaned, feeling his own release close.
He pulled out, cumming all over her stomach. She smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
They lay there, their bodies spent. He traced a finger down her stomach, admiring his handiwork.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
She nodded, too tired to speak. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep in his arms.
He looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had conquered the Indian beauty, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.
