In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair as dark as the night stood facing away from me. She was completely nude, her bare skin glowing in the soft light. Her hair cascaded down her back, flowing like a river of ink. She was an Indian babe, exotic and tantalizing.
We had been reunited after many years apart, and the chemistry between us was palpable. We reminisced about old times, our hands brushing against each other as we talked. The tension grew, and I could see the desire in her eyes. She was 18, a legal adult, and her body was ripe and ready for my touch.
She turned to face me, her full breasts heaving with every breath. I reached out to touch her, my fingers trailing along her arm. She shivered at my touch, her eyes closing in pleasure. I pulled her close, our bodies pressing together.
Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues entwining. I ran my hands over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her form. She moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against me. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my chest, and I knew she wanted more.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck. I nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. I continued my descent, my lips and tongue tasting every inch of her skin. I reached her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth. I sucked and bit gently, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I switched my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing beneath me, her breathing heavy. I could feel her wetness seeping through her thighs, and I knew she was ready for me.
I moved my hand down her body, my fingers finding her wet and waiting pussy. I stroked her clit, causing her to moan. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls. She was so wet, so ready for me.
I added a second finger, stretching her. She moaned louder, her hips bucking. I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I continued to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure.
When she had come down from her high, I positioned myself behind her. I ran my hands over her ass, giving it a playful smack. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes filled with desire. I lined myself up with her entrance, pushing inside her.
She gasped as I filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. I started to move, my hips thrusting. She met me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in unison. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I stroked her as I fucked her, her moans growing louder.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening. I increased my pace, driving into her harder. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm exploding out of me. I filled her with my cum, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. We lay there, panting and gasping for breath. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the scent of our sex heavy in the air. It was a night I would never forget, a night with the exotic Indian beauty.
