In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair as dark as the night stood, her body naked and glistening in the soft glow of the lamps. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places, her back view a sight to behold. Her smooth, brown skin was flawless, and her thick hair cascaded down her shoulders, inviting touch and desire.
Raj, a man of Indian descent, but raised in the United States, had been admiring her from afar. He had seen her at the local Indian grocery store, where she worked part-time while pursuing her modeling career. He had always been drawn to her, her beauty, and her grace, and today, he had mustered the courage to ask her out. To his surprise, she had agreed.
They had gone out for dinner, and the conversation had flowed effortlessly. They had talked about their shared love for Indian culture, their dreams, and aspirations. As the night had grown darker, he had walked her home, and she had invited him in for a drink.
As they sat on her couch, sipping their drinks, the tension between them had grown. He had looked at her, and she had looked back, her eyes filled with desire. He had leaned in, and she had met him halfway, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
The kiss had deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their bodies pressing closer together. He had trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking, causing her to moan softly. She had arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He had reached around, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing her to gasp. She had reached behind, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He had slipped his hand down her stomach, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
He had slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. She had moaned, her head falling back, her body trembling with pleasure. He had added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She had turned around, her eyes filled with desire, her lips parted. He had kissed her again, their tongues dancing together, as he had reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He had rubbed slow circles around it, feeling her body tremble under his touch.
She had reached behind, her fingers finding his cock, already hard and ready for her. She had stroked him, her fingers tight around him, causing him to moan. He had broken the kiss, his lips trailing down her back, his tongue tasting her skin.
He had reached her ass, his fingers tracing the curves of her cheeks. He had leaned down, his tongue flicking out, tasting her. She had moaned, her body trembling under his touch. He had licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her ass, preparing her for what was to come.
He had stood up, his cock hard and ready. She had looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He had positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet and ready pussy. She had pushed back, taking him inside her, her walls tight around him.
He had started slow, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion, each thrust causing her to moan louder. He had reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles around it, causing her to tremble with pleasure.
Their bodies had moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room. He had thrust harder, faster, their bodies slapping together, their moans growing louder. She had screamed his name, her body trembling under him, as she had reached her peak, her orgasm crashing over her.
He had followed her, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm filling her. They had collapsed onto the couch, their bodies spent, their breathing heavy.
They had lain there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating together. He had looked at her, and she had looked back, their eyes filled with satisfaction and contentment. They had known then, that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
