A Passionate Encounter

In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood before a full-length mirror. She was completely naked, her curves on full display. Her back was to the door as she admired her own reflection, running her hands over her ample hips and full breasts. She was an Indian woman, with caramel skin and dark, almond-shaped eyes. She was a babe, there was no denying it.

There was a soft knock at the door, and she turned to see who it was. A man stood in the doorway, his eyes taking in her luscious form. He was also Indian, with dark hair and eyes, and a body that was lean and toned. He was dressed in a suit, looking every bit the successful businessman that he was.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just… I couldn’t resist.”

She smiled, her lips curling up in a seductive smile. “Come in,” she said, her voice a purr.

He closed the door behind him and crossed the room to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, his lips finding the curve of her neck. She moaned softly as he kissed her, her head falling back against his shoulder.

His hands began to wander, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped as he did, her body responding to his touch. He slid one hand down her stomach and between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, her tongue darting out to taste his lips. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his hands still exploring her body. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it grow hard under her touch.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice a growl.

“I want you too,” she replied, her voice equally as breathless.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She moaned as he entered her, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She moaned and gasped, her hands reaching up to touch his chest. He leaned down and kissed her, their tongues dancing together as he fucked her.

He reached down and rubbed her clit, causing her to moan louder. She was close, so close. He could feel her muscles tightening around his cock, and he knew she was about to cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body shaking as she came.

He continued to thrust, chasing his own release. He groaned as he came, filling her pussy with his cum.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off of her and pulled her close, her head resting on his chest.

“That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his hand reaching down to stroke her hair.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the room grew darker and the night grew older. They had found each other, and in that moment, they were content.

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