In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick curves and a cascade of black hair stood with her back to the door. She was nude, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. The Indian beauty was lost in thought, her full figure illuminated by the flickering candlelight.
A soft knock echoed through the room, and she turned her head, her long hair brushing against her bare back. She knew who it was; the man who had captured her heart and her desires. He stepped inside, eyes roaming over her luscious form, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice deep and honeyed.
She smiled, her dark eyes sparkling. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her gaze taking in his toned physique.
He closed the distance between them, his arms encircling her waist. His lips found her neck, and he trailed soft kisses along her delicate skin. She sighed, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
His hands began to wander, caressing her full breasts, teasing her tight nipples. She arched into his touch, her soft moans filling the room.
“I want you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“I’m yours,” she replied, her voice barely audible.
He turned her around, his eyes taking in the sight of her. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, then lower, to the damp folds of her pussy. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her body trembling with pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She nodded, unable to speak. She reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He hissed, his hips thrusting into her grip.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure.
She guided him to her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. He thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. She met each thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and sighs echoing off the walls.
He lifted her, his cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, their bodies still joined.
He laid her down, his body covering hers. He thrust deeper, harder, each stroke taking her higher and higher. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice hoarse with desire.
He felt her tighten around him, her body clenching in orgasm. He groaned, his own release following close behind. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice soft.
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The room was still, the only sound the soft whispers of their love.
