In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven-black hair and a curvaceous figure moved silently through the darkened rooms of her apartment. She was nude, her smooth dark skin glowing in the dim light. Her long hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her firm round ass. She was a sight to behold, a thick Indian babe in all her glory.
She had been waiting for this moment all night, her body tingling with anticipation. She knew he was coming, she could feel it. And when the door finally opened, she didn’t even need to turn around to know it was him.
He moved towards her, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands caressing her soft curves. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing against his growing erection.
They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace, before he began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he continued to explore her body.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her hard nipples. She gasped, her body trembling with desire. He pinched and pulled at them, eliciting a low moan from her lips.
He continued to explore her body, his hands trailing down her stomach and towards her wet pussy. She spread her legs, giving him better access. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his finger. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, stretching her wide. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. He began to finger her roughly, his fingers hitting her g-spot with each thrust. She cried out, her orgasm building inside her.
