In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. A beautiful Indian woman, with long, black hair and a voluptuous figure, stood before the man, her eyes smoldering with desire. She was completely nude, her curves on full display. The man, equally entranced, couldn’t help but stare at her thick, luscious form.
The exotic beauty, whom he knew only as Sharmila, had come to him seeking pleasure, and he was more than happy to oblige. He had always been drawn to her, her mysterious aura and irresistible allure. Tonight, he would have her, and he would make sure it was a night she would never forget.
“Sharmila,” he whispered, his voice husky with longing. “You are so beautiful.”
She smiled, her full lips curling into a seductive grin. “And you, my dear, are quite the charmer,” she replied, her voice dripping with honey.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he longed to feel her skin against his.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. He groaned, deepening the kiss, his hands roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard, erect nipples. She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself closer to him.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He continued his descent, his lips finding their way to her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. She cried out, her back bowing off the bed.
He moved his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking up, seeking friction. He obliged, his hand sliding down her body, finding her wet, ready pussy. He stroked her clit, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, mingling together in a symphony of pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he wasn’t ready to let go yet. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.
He reached down, finding her clit again. He rubbed it in circles, feeling her muscles clenching around him. She was close, and so was he.
“Come for me, Sharmila,” he commanded, his voice strained.
She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off her, pulling her close. She snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, her voice sleepy.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
He knew he would never forget this night, this encounter with the exotic Indian beauty. And he knew he would do whatever it took to have her again.
The end.
