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 long, black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, the ends brushing against the curve of her voluptuous ass. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of mocha, her features sharp and exotic.
He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he had seen her, her beauty a siren’s call that he could not resist. He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to make his move. And now, as she stood there, her body on display, he knew that the time had come.
He approached her slowly, his movements silent. He came up behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the way her breath hitched as she felt his presence. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise. She had not heard him approach, her mind lost in her own thoughts. But now, as she looked at him, she felt a spark of desire ignite within her.
“You are not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.
He took a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat between them, the tension building with every passing moment. He reached out, his fingers tracing a line from her shoulder, down her arm, and across her hip.
She shivered at his touch, her body responding to him in ways she could not control. She wanted him, there was no denying it. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.
Their bodies melded together, their lips locked in a dance of desire. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and exploring every inch of her. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He took advantage of it, his tongue tracing a line down her neck, his lips closing around her nipple.
She gasped, her body arching towards him. He sucked and bit at her nipple, his other hand squeezing and pinching at her other breast. She was on fire, her body burning with desire.
He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He knelt before her, his hands spreading her legs apart. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers.
“You are mine,” he said, his voice a command.
She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a line from her knee, up her inner thigh. She moaned, her hips bucking towards him.
He reached her center, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was wet, her juices coating his tongue. He groaned, his hands holding her hips steady as he devoured her.
She was lost in pleasure, her body writhing and bucking as he ate her out. She could feel the orgasm building within her, her body tensing and tightening as it approached.
He could feel it too, her body trembling and shaking as she neared her peak. He quickened his pace, his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit.
She came with a cry, her body convulsing and shaking as the orgasm washed over her. He did not stop, his tongue continuing to work her clit, his hands holding her hips steady.
She came again, her body trembling and shaking as the second orgasm ripped through her. She fell back, her body spent and exhausted.
He stood, his body towering over hers. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire and lust.
“You are mine,” he said again, his voice a growl.
She nodded, her body still trembling from the orgasms. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock.
“And you are mine,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.
He groaned, his body reacting to her touch. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He was hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her hand.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She opened her legs, her body ready for him. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her.
He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting and grinding against hers.
She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. She could feel another orgasm building within her, her body tightening and tensing as it approached.
He could feel it too, her body trembling and shaking beneath him. He quickened his pace, his hips moving faster and harder.
She came with a cry, her body convulsing and shaking as the orgasm washed over her. He followed her, his body shuddering as he came inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined and exhausted. They had danced the dance of desire, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
“You are mine,” he whispered, his voice a whisper.
“And you are mine,” she replied, her voice a purr.
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one.
