She brushed her flowing black Indian hair a tempting frame for her face a silent invitation as he watched her intently his desire growing. With a firm grip he brought her flush against him the air crackling with anticipation. Their lips met in a passionate embrace her moans barely audible as he deepened the kiss. She gasped as he entered her filling her completely. Her dark locks swirled around them like a silken storm as they reached a blissful climax. Later she washed her long hair in the tub thinking of his touch. But the memories of their unforgettable night still burned bright. She knew their desire was insatiable. Her dark hair a tempting invitation waiting for their next secret rendezvous. He couldn't get enough of her. And she was his completely. Their story was just beginning a saga of erotic encounters and untamed hearts. Every encounter left them lost in a haze of pleasure. The way her beautiful long hair framed her flushed face drove him wild. He loved to pull it gently. She craved his powerful thrusts. Their bodies moved in a symphony of pleasure. The taste of her skin filled the air. Each touch was an electric shock. He belonged to her alone. This was their secret world.