The Temptation of the Indian Goddess

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. She was completely naked, her black hair cascading down her shoulders and reaching the small of her back. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, a testament to her Indian heritage. She was a babe in every sense of the word, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that radiated from her very being.

He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He had wanted her from the moment they met, but he had been careful to hide his desire. He knew that she was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted, and he didn’t want to be just another notch on her bedpost.

But as he watched her now, his resolve weakened. He couldn’t help but stare at the curve of her hips, the roundness of her ass, and the way her hair hung down her back in loose waves. He wanted her with a primal urgency that he had never felt before.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. He could see the desire in her gaze, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

They came together in a rush of passion, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dueling with his.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and across her shoulder. She shivered beneath his touch, her breathing quickening. He licked and nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them gently, feeling them harden beneath his tongue. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth.

He moved lower, his lips finding the curve of her stomach. He kissed and licked at her skin, feeling her muscles tense beneath his touch. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently.

He reached her hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her ass. He spread her cheeks apart, his tongue finding her puckered hole. He licked and probed at it gently, feeling it relax beneath his touch.

She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his chin. He moved his tongue lower, finding her slick folds. He licked and sucked at her clit, feeling it swell beneath his tongue.

She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching around his fingers as she came. She was beautiful in her ecstasy, her body trembling beneath his touch.

He stood up, his cock hard and ready. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire.

He stepped closer to her, his cock brushing against her wet folds. She moaned, her hips grinding against him. He thrust into her, feeling her wet heat surround him.

They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against hers. She cried out, her nails digging into his back.

He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He thrust deeper, feeling her walls tighten around him. She screamed, her orgasm triggering his own.

He came inside her, his hot seed filling her. She milked him dry, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She nuzzled into his chest, her breathing slowing.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that they would remember forever.

The end.

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