In the heart of Bangalore, tucked away in a narrow alley, lay a small temple. The temple was dedicated to the goddess Kali, and was only open at night. It was said that the goddess herself would appear to perform a dance for the lucky few who were able to witness it.
One such night, a young man named Arjun made his way to the temple. He had heard stories of the temple dance all his life and was determined to see it for himself. As he entered the temple, he was struck by the beauty of the statue of Kali. It was made of black stone, and the goddess was depicted with eight arms, holding various weapons. Her long, thick hair flowed down her back, and her piercing eyes seemed to see right through him.
As Arjun approached the statue, he heard a soft moan. He turned around and saw a young woman standing in the corner. She was completely naked, and her long, black hair cascaded down her back. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and firm, and her dark nipples were erect with desire. Her stomach was flat, and her hips flared out, leading down to her thick, juicy ass.
Arjun couldn’t believe his luck. He had heard stories of the temple’s sacred prostitutes, but he had never seen one before. He approached the woman, and she looked up at him with a seductive smile.
“You came,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Arjun nodded, unable to speak. The woman took his hand and led him to a small room at the back of the temple. As they entered, she closed the door behind them and turned to face him.
She pressed her body against his, and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths.
The woman broke the kiss and looked up at him with a sultry gaze. She reached down and stroked his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and he groaned with pleasure as she rubbed him.
She undid his pants and pulled them down, freeing his cock. She knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned as she took him deeper, her lips tight around him.
She stood up and turned around, bending over in front of him. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, her eyes full of desire. He stepped forward and entered her from behind. She was wet and ready for him, and he slid in easily.
He grabbed her hips and began to thrust, hard and deep. She moaned with pleasure, her voice echoing through the room. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him.
He reached around and stroked her clit, rubbing small circles around it. She moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure. He could feel her orgasm building, and he thrust harder and deeper.
She came with a loud cry, her body shaking and convulsing. He continued to thrust, chasing his own orgasm. She reached back and stroked his balls, and he came with a loud groan, filling her with his hot cum.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes full of satisfaction.
“Welcome to the temple dance,” she said.
Arjun smiled, his mind still reeling from the experience. He knew that he would never forget this night, and he couldn’t wait to come back for more.
