In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick curves and a cascade of black hair stood facing away from the door. She was nude, her skin glowing in the soft light. The curves of her hips and ass were generous, and begged to be touched.
A soft knock echoed through the room, and she turned her head to see a man enter. He was of Indian descent, with dark hair and eyes that sparkled with desire. He took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her full figure.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, crossing the room to stand behind her. His hands rested on her hips, and he pulled her close, so that her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the heat of his body, and the evidence of his arousal against her ass.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, and she could taste the mint on his breath. His hands began to roam, exploring her body with a familiarity that spoke of long-held desire. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her legs. She was wet, ready for him.
He teased her, his fingers circling her clit before dipping inside her. She gasped, her knees buckling. He held her up, his fingers moving in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
She turned in his arms, her lips finding his in a fierce kiss. She could taste her own desire on his lips, and it only served to fuel her hunger for him.
She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. His cock was hard, and she positioned herself above him, slowly lowering herself onto him.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely. She rode him hard, their moans and gasps echoing in the room.
He flipped her onto her back, driving into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, his touch sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her orgasm pulsing through her body.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he came. They lay together, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I’ve wanted you too,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
They lay there, in the dim light, their bodies spent and sated. The only sound in the room was their soft breathing, and the whispers of their love in the shadow.
