In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her thick curves and voluptuous figure casting a seductive silhouette against the faint light. Her long, black hair flowed down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. She was an Indian beauty, with a grace that was both exotic and alluring.
The man who entered couldn’t help but stare at her. He had been seducing her all evening, engaging in witty banter and flirtatious glances. Now, as she stood before him, her body beckoning him closer, he knew the moment had come.
He approached her slowly, taking in the sight of her bare skin. His hands reached out to caress her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body beneath his fingertips. She leaned back into him, her body fitting perfectly against his own.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths in a dance as old as time. His hands wandered down her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned softly, her body arching against his touch.
He continued to explore her body, his fingers tracing a path down her stomach and settling between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy begging for his touch. He obliged, his fingers sliding inside her with ease.
She gasped as he began to fuck her with his fingers, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body ready for more.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, entering her from behind. She moaned loudly as he filled her, her body welcoming him in. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
She reached back, her fingers entwining in his hair as she pulled him closer. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, harder,” she moaned, her body begging for more.
