In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, raven-black hair stood with her back towards me. The only source of light was a small lamp in the corner, casting long shadows that danced upon her caramel skin. She was nude, her silhouette revealing the curves of her hips and the roundness of her ass. I couldn’t help but stare, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the sight of her.
She was an Indian beauty, her long hair cascading down her back in soft waves. I had met her at a party earlier that night, and we had hit it off instantly. There was something about her that drew me in, a magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. We had left the party together, and now here we were, alone in her apartment.
She turned to face me, her dark eyes gleaming with desire. She moved closer, her body pressing against mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her breath on my lips, hot and heavy with need. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as our hands wandered over each other’s bodies.
She broke away, her lips trailing down my neck as she made her way to my chest. She kissed and nibbled, her teeth grazing my nipples as she made her way down my body. I moaned, my hands tangled in her hair as she took me in her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around my cock as she took me deeper.
I could feel myself getting closer, my hips thrusting forward as I approached my climax. But she wasn’t ready for me to finish yet. She pulled away, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she looked up at me. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She stood up, turning around so that her back was facing me. She bent over, her ass in the air as she looked at me over her shoulder. I could see the wetness glistening on her pussy, and I knew that she was ready for me.
I moved closer, my cock pressing against her entrance as I teased her. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. I slid inside her, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding me. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as I started to move.
I thrust deeper and harder, our bodies slapping together as we moved in rhythm. She moaned louder, her voice echoing through the room as she reached her climax. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, pulling me deeper as she came.
I followed soon after, my body shuddering as I released inside her. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies spent and satisfied. She turned to face me, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “I’m glad we met tonight,” she whispered, her voice soft and seductive.
I smiled back, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our lovemaking. “Me too,” I whispered, pulling her closer. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that this was a night I would never forget.
