It was a humid summer night in the bustling city of Mumbai. The streets were alive with the sounds of horns honking and people chattering. But inside a small, dimly lit apartment, the only sounds to be heard were the soft whispers of two lovers.
The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her nude body. She was a thick Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places. Her dark skin glowed in the soft light, and her full breasts and round hips begged to be touched.
Her lover, a tall and handsome Indian man, stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. She shivered with pleasure as he trailed kisses up her neck, his hands exploring her body.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her hard nipples. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips and teeth leaving marks on her soft skin.
She reached behind her, her fingers finding his hard cock. She stroked him slowly, feeling him grow harder in her hand. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction.
He spun her around, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in every inch of her naked body. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, his hands parting her legs further. He trailed kisses up her thigh, his tongue darting out to taste her.
She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as he licked and sucked at her pussy. He slid a finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that drove her wild. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue circling her clit. She was close, so close to the edge. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her breathing becoming erratic.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He thrust inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper.
He fucked her slow and deep, his hips rolling against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down and rubbed her clit, his fingers circling and pressing.
She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge. He collapsed onto her, his breath hot against her neck.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one. The only sounds in the room were their soft whispers of love and their satisfied moans.
As the night went on, they explored each other’s bodies, trying new positions and finding new ways to pleasure each other. They lost track of time, their only concern was the moment they were in, the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
The night was young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other. They were in no rush, they knew that this was just the beginning of a long and passionate love story.
