In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was thick, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the setting sun. Her hair was black and flowed down her back like a river of ink. She was an Indian beauty, her skin the color of caramel, her eyes almond-shaped and full of desire.
She was naked, her body on display for the man who would soon join her. He was a stranger, but she had invited him to her home, drawn to him by an irresistible force. She had seen him on the street, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. She had known, in that instant, that he was the one.
He entered the room, his eyes fixed on her. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His skin was pale, his hair dark and cropped short. He was a foreigner, but she was not afraid. She wanted him, needed him, and she knew that he felt the same.
They came together, their bodies meeting in a dance of desire. He kissed her, his lips hot and urgent. She responded, her tongue meeting his in a dance as old as time. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He moved down, his lips tracing a path of fire down her body. He licked and nibbled at her neck, her earlobes, her nipples. She arched her back, her body begging for more. He obliged, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, teasing her, making her moan with pleasure.
She was ready, her body begging for him. He entered her, his cock thick and hard. She cried out, her body welcoming him. He moved slowly at first, building a rhythm that drove her wild. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He fucked her, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of pleasure.
He turned her over, her body now on display for him. He entered her from behind, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her body moving in time with his. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked her, making her moan louder.
She came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He followed, his cock pulsing inside her. They collapsed, their bodies spent. They lay there, their bodies still entwined, their hearts beating as one.
They slept, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. They woke, their bodies ready for more. They fucked again, and again, their bodies lost in a haze of pleasure.
They parted, their bodies sated. They knew that they would never forget each other, that they would always be drawn back to each other. They were two bodies, two souls, joined in a dance of desire.
The end.
