Whispers in the Night

In the heart of Bangalore, a city pulsing with life and energy, lived a woman named Mythili. She was a striking figure, with her thick, black hair cascading down her back, and her caramel skin glowing in the moonlight. Her curves were generous and voluptuous, earning her the admiration of many. But Mythili was not just a pretty face; she was a successful entrepreneur, running her own tech startup.

One evening, after a long day of work, Mythili decided to take a stroll in her backyard. The cool breeze rustled through the trees, and the moon cast long shadows on the ground. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, when she heard a faint sound. She turned around, her eyes widening in surprise.

Standing a few feet away was a man, as tall and dark as the night itself. His name was Arjun, a software engineer who had recently joined her company. Mythili had always found him attractive, with his chiseled jawline and piercing gaze, but she had never acted on her feelings. Until now.

Without a word, Arjun walked towards Mythili, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. Mythili responded eagerly, her body melting into his.

They broke apart, their breaths heavy and ragged. Arjun trailed kisses down Mythili’s neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver with delight. He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ample cleavage. His fingers brushed against her nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

Mythili arched her back, moaning softly as Arjun continued to tease her. She reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants. It was rock-hard, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.

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