In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick curves and black hair as dark as the night stood, her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her Indian heritage was evident in her caramel skin and the bindi adorning her forehead. She was a sight to behold, a goddess of the East.
He entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He was a white man, tall and muscular, with a rugged charm. He approached her, his eyes roving over her curves with desire. She turned to face him, her full lips curling into a seductive smile.
“You came,” she said, her voice husky and inviting.
He nodded, unable to speak. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path from his chest down to his crotch. He was already hard, his desire for her evident. She chuckled softly, her fingers deftly undoing his pants.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
She pushed him back onto the bed, her body following. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his hard cock. He groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back as he teased her nipples.
She leaned down, her lips finding his. They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, nibbling and licking. He shivered, his hands reaching down to grip her hips.
She sat up, her hands guiding his cock into her wet pussy. He groaned as she slid down onto him, her walls tight and hot. She began to move, her hips grinding against his. He watched her, his eyes roving over her curves as she rode him.
She leaned down, her lips finding his ear. “Do you like that?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He nodded, unable to speak. She chuckled, her lips finding his neck again. She bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark. He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip her hair.
She sat up, her hips still moving. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself on his thighs. He watched her, his eyes roving over her curves as she rode him. She moaned, her head falling back as she neared her climax.
He sat up, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together as she rode him. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving faster. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub, his fingers moving in time with her hips.
She broke the kiss, her head falling back as she came. He groaned, his hips moving faster as he followed her over the edge. She collapsed onto him, her body spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. She looked up at him, her eyes soft. “I’m glad you came,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction.
He smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “I’m glad I did too,” he replied, his voice filled with affection.
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The end.
