Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a dimly lit apartment, a woman with long, black hair stood by the window, looking out at the city lights. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the room. She was a thick Indian beauty, her skin the color of caramel, and her hair cascading down her back in waves.

She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was, and she had been waiting for this moment all night. She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a man standing in the hallway. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was also nude, his body lean and muscular.

Without a word, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He pulled her close, and she melted into his arms. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she moaned with desire.

He broke the kiss, and his lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped as he pinched them, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves. He kissed and licked his way down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts. He sucked and bit her nipples, making her moan with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close.

He continued his descent, kissing and licking his way down her stomach. He reached her pussy, and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She nodded, giving him permission to continue.

He began to lick and suck her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped as he found her G-spot. He began to rub it, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Just as she was about to cum, he stopped. She looked at him, confused. He smiled and stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. She moaned as he filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.

He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. She leaned back, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

He reached down and began to rub her clit, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned louder and louder, her body shaking with pleasure. He thrust harder and faster, and she felt herself cumming. She screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

He continued to thrust, prolonging her orgasm. She felt herself getting close to another one, and she begged him not to stop. He grinned and thrust harder, and she felt herself cumming again. This time, he joined her, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her, and they lay there, their hearts beating in sync. They didn’t need to say anything, their bodies had spoken for them.

As they lay there, the woman thought about how this man had seduced her. He had been gentle, taking his time to explore her body and make her feel desired. He had made her feel wanted, and that was all it had taken. She knew that she would never get enough of him, and she was looking forward to their next encounter.

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