It was a humid summer night in the bustling city of Mumbai. The streets echoed with the sounds of honking cars and bustling crowds, but inside the small apartment, there was a sense of calm. Shalini, a thick, stunning Indian woman with long, black hair, was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a novel.
The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. She glanced at the clock; it was already 9 pm. Must be Aamir, she thought, her heart racing at the thought of seeing him again.
Aamir, a tall, handsome Indian man with piercing brown eyes, grinned as Shalini opened the door. He looked dapper in a crisp white shirt and black pants, and Shalini couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest.
“Hi, Shalini,” Aamir greeted, his voice low and sultry.
“Hey,” Shalini replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she stepped aside to let him in.
Aamir followed her into the living room and sat down beside her on the couch. They made small talk, but the tension between them was palpable. Shalini found herself stealing glances at Aamir, taking in his strong jawline and muscular arms.
Without warning, Aamir leaned in and kissed her. Shalini gasped, surprised but delighted, as she wrapped her arms around him. Their tongues danced and explored, their bodies pressed close together.
Aamir’s hands roamed over Shalini’s body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Shalini moaned, her back arching as she ground her hips against his.
Aamir trailed kisses down Shalini’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering dirty secrets in her ear. She shivered, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
Aamir reached under Shalini’s dress and slipped off her panties, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed and teased, sending waves of pleasure through Shalini’s body.
“Fuck, Aamir, that feels so good,” Shalini moaned, spreading her legs wider.
Aamir slipped a finger inside Shalini’s pussy, then two, fucking her slowly and deeply. Shalini writhed, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
“I need you inside me, now,” Shalini demanded, her voice hoarse with desire.
Aamir didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled down his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Shalini’s eyes widened in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs.
Aamir entered Shalini slowly, teasing her with every inch of his cock. She moaned, her back arching as he filled her up.
Aamir began to thrust harder and deeper, his balls slapping against Shalini’s ass with each stroke. Shalini wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper.
They fucked like animals, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans and grunts filling the room. Shalini came hard, her pussy clenching around Aamir’s cock as she screamed his name.
Aamir pulled out and turned Shalini over, bending her over the couch. He entered her from behind, his cock buried deep in her still-spasming pussy.
Aamir fucked Shalini hard, his balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Shalini moaned, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Shalini chanted, her pussy growing wetter with every stroke.
Aamir reached around and teased Shalini’s clit, sending her over the edge again. She came hard, her pussy clenching around Aamir’s cock as she screamed his name.
Aamir pulled out and came on Shalini’s back, his warm cum dripping down her spine.
They collapsed on the couch, panting and sweating, their bodies spent.
“That was amazing,” Shalini whispered, turning to look at Aamir with a satisfied smile.
Aamir grinned, his eyes shining with desire. “We’re just getting started.”
And with that, they began to explore each other’s bodies once again, their moans and sighs filling the night air.
