In the heart of Mumbai, there was a hidden gem, a temple known only to a select few. This temple was dedicated to the goddess of love and desire, and it was said that any who entered with a pure heart and a longing for pleasure would be granted their heart’s deepest desires.
It was here that I met her, a thick Indian woman with raven black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was a devadasi, a temple dancer, and she moved with a grace and sensuality that left me breathless. Her curves were generous and inviting, and I couldn’t help but stare as she danced.
She must have sensed my desire, for she approached me after her dance, her hips swaying hypnotically as she walked. “You have a hungry look in your eyes,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Are you looking for pleasure?”
I nodded, unable to speak. She took my hand and led me to a private chamber, where she began to undress. I watched, transfixed, as she revealed her luscious body to me. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, and I couldn’t wait to touch her.
She must have sensed my impatience, for she smiled and beckoned me closer. I approached her slowly, my eyes locked on hers as I reached out to touch her. She shivered at my touch, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
We began to kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate dance of their own. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and I could feel the heat building between us. She moaned softly as I ran my hands over her body, caressing her curves and teasing her nipples.
She responded in kind, her hands exploring my body as well. She traced her fingers over my chest and abs, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I gasped as she reached down to touch my cock, her fingers wrapping around it tightly.
She began to stroke me, her hand moving up and down my shaft with expert skill. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. But she wasn’t done with me yet.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked and teased me, her tongue swirling around my head as she took me deeper and deeper. I moaned, my hands gripping her hair as she brought me to the brink of ecstasy.
But she wasn’t done with me yet. She stood up and turned around, her ass swaying hypnotically as she bent over. I didn’t need any further invitation. I stepped forward, my cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease.
She moaned as I filled her, her body trembling with pleasure. I began to thrust, my hips moving in time with hers as we found a rhythm. She reached back, her fingers digging into my thighs as I fucked her harder and harder.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat as we reached for our release. She moaned louder and louder, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned, my cock twitching as I filled her with my seed.
We collapsed onto the floor, our bodies spent and sated. She turned to me, her eyes shining with happiness. “Did I fulfill your desires?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
I nodded, unable to speak. She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest as we lay together in bliss. I knew that I would never forget this night, this woman, and this temple of pleasure.
