In the heart of the Indian jungle, a woman named Uma stood in front of a large mirror, admiring her thick, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was a babe, curvaceous and proud, with caramel skin that glowed in the dim light of the room.
Uma had always been a free spirit, and she reveled in her sexuality. She had no qualms about being nude, and she often walked around her home without a stitch of clothing on. She loved the feeling of the air on her skin, and she found that being naked allowed her to connect more deeply with herself and with nature.
Tonight, Uma was in the mood for some self-love. She lay down on her bed, her body splayed out in all its glory. She began to touch herself, starting with soft, gentle caresses on her breasts. Her nipples hardened under her fingers, and she moaned softly as she pinched and pulled on them.
She moved her hands down to her pussy, feeling the wetness that had already begun to gather there. She slipped a finger inside herself, marveling at how slick and hot she was. She began to move her finger in and out, faster and faster, as she moaned louder and louder.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around, and saw a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing eyes. Uma’s heart raced as she realized that she had left the door unlocked.
