In the heart of New Delhi, a scorching hot summer evening was taking over the bustling city. In a dimly lit, yet luxurious apartment, a middle-aged businessman, Ravi, was getting ready to relax after a long day of meetings.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. It was his new maid, Anjali, an irresistible Indian beauty with almond-shaped brown eyes, black hair, and a voluptuous figure. She was a young woman in her early twenties, and tonight she wore a traditional Indian attire that perfectly accentuated her curves.
Ravi invited her in, and as Anjali bent down to place the cleaning supplies on the floor, he caught a glimpse of her bare back. She wore her hair in a long braid that cascaded down her spine, and her skin glistened with a natural, golden hue.
Ravi couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Anjali turned around and caught him staring. She blushed and looked down, but not before Ravi noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Is there something wrong, sir?” she asked, biting her lower lip.
Ravi swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “No, Anjali. Everything is fine,” he replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.
But Anjali didn’t seem to believe him. She took a step closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. Ravi felt a surge of desire coursing through his veins.
“Are you sure, sir?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi couldn’t take it any longer. He reached out and pulled Anjali towards him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Anjali responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth.
Ravi ran his hands over Anjali’s body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. He reached behind her and undid the knot of her sari, letting it fall to the floor.
Anjali was now standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. Ravi couldn’t resist any longer. He reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing her large, round breasts.
Anjali moaned as Ravi’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her hard nipples. She reached down and pulled off her panties, revealing her shaved pussy.
Ravi couldn’t resist any longer. He picked Anjali up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her, their bodies pressed together.
He started to kiss her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making his way down to her breasts. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
Anjali moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands running through his hair. Ravi could feel her getting wetter by the second, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Anjali cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Ravi started to move, thrusting in and out of Anjali with a fierce urgency. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
They were both lost in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Ravi could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
He reached down and started to rub Anjali’s clit, knowing that it would send her over the edge. She cried out, her pussy contracting around his cock as she came.
Ravi couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside her one last time and let go, his hot cum filling her up.
They lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat. Ravi knew that he had just experienced something truly special, something that he would never forget.
And as Anjali snuggled up to him, her head resting on his chest, he knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful, sensual relationship.
