In the sweltering heat of the Indian summer, Mohan found himself drawn to the enchanting figure of Shakti, a voluptuous woman with raven black hair cascading down her bare back. She was nude, bathing in the river, unaware of Mohan’s presence. Her back view alone was enough to ignite a fire within him. Her dark, glistening skin was a testament to her Indian heritage, and her ample curves were a siren’s call to Mohan’s desires.
Mohan, a man of modest desires, found himself unable to resist the allure of Shakti. He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. Shakti, sensing his presence, turned around, revealing her full glory to Mohan. Her large, round breasts, adorned with small, dark nipples, were a sight to behold. Her wide hips and thick thighs were a testament to her femininity. Mohan was captivated.
Without a word, Mohan reached out, touching Shakti’s face gently. She looked at him, her dark eyes filled with desire. She leaned into his touch, her full lips parting in a soft sigh. Mohan took this as an invitation, and he leaned in, capturing Shakti’s lips in a passionate kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, Mohan’s hands exploring Shakti’s curves. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Shakti responded with a soft moan, her hands reaching down to grip Mohan’s firm ass.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together. Mohan’s hands traveled down Shakti’s body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the softness of her thighs. He reached her wet, inviting pussy, and he began to massage her clit gently.
Shakti’s moans grew louder, her body writhing against Mohan’s touch. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coating his finger. He added another finger, stretching her gently. Shakti’s breathing grew erratic, her moans turning into gasps.
Mohan broke their kiss, trailing his lips down Shakti’s neck, nibbling on her earlobes. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Shakti’s hands gripped Mohan’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Mohan’s lips continued their descent, reaching Shakti’s breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Shakti’s back arched, her moans filling the air. Mohan switched his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
Shakti’s body was trembling, her pussy clenching around Mohan’s fingers. He could feel her orgasm building, her moans growing louder. With one final thrust of his fingers, Shakti came undone, her body shaking with pleasure.
Mohan pulled his fingers out of Shakti’s pussy, bringing them to his lips. He tasted her juices, savoring the sweetness. Shakti, still recovering from her orgasm, looked at Mohan with a satisfied smile.
Mohan, his desire still not sated, positioned himself behind Shakti. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards him. Shakti, understanding his intentions, spread her legs wider, giving Mohan access to her pussy.
Mohan positioned himself at Shakti’s entrance, teasing her with his tip. Shakti pushed back, impaling herself on Mohan’s cock. They both moaned in pleasure, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance.
Mohan grabbed Shakti’s hips, fucking her harder. Shakti’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around Mohan’s cock. Mohan could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
With one final thrust, Mohan came, filling Shakti’s pussy with his cum. Shakti milked him dry, her pussy still clenching around his cock. Mohan pulled out, collapsing onto the ground next to Shakti.
They lay there, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hearts still pounding in their chests. They looked at each other, a satisfied smile on both their faces.
Their moment of pleasure was short-lived, as the reality of their situation came crashing
