In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was an Indian beauty, her thick black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her curves were generous, her skin a warm cocoa hue. She was nude, her back view a tantalizing mystery.
He watched her from the bed, his gaze tracing the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks. His cock stirred, responding to the sight of her. He had wanted her since the moment they met, her fiery spirit and seductive smiles drawing him in.
She turned, catching him watching her. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face as she approached the bed. She climbed onto it, straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock. She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest, her lips finding his.
Their kiss was slow, languid. She explored his mouth with her tongue, teasing him with soft nips and bites. He responded in kind, his hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe. He moaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. She ground against him, her wetness coating his cock.
She sat up, her hands guiding his cock to her entrance. She paused, teasing him, before slowly sinking down onto him. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as she began to ride him.
Her pace was slow, deliberate. She rolled her hips, grinding against him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. He watched her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.
She leaned down, her lips finding his again. Their kiss was hungry, desperate. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his cock. He thrust up into her, meeting her hips.
She broke the kiss, her head falling back as she came, her moans filling the room. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
She collapsed onto him, her breathing heavy. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay like that, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in time.
The room was silent, save for their heavy breathing and the sound of their hearts beating. She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she whispered, “Again?”
