The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the swaying palm trees and the quiet streets of Goa. The gentle sea breeze carried the scent of the ocean and the rustle of leaves through the open balcony doors of the beachside resort.
Inside the room, Meera, a stunning Indian woman with thick black hair and a voluptuous figure, stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes were closed as she let her fingers trace the outline of her body, stopping to tease the dark nipples that pebbled under her touch. She slowly turned, giving a breathtaking view of her back, adorned with the delicate bindi that glowed against her caramel skin.
Meera’s gaze locked onto the figure that stood in the doorway, his chiseled chest and abs glistening in the moonlight. Rahul, a tall and handsome man from Mumbai, had met Meera at a beachside party just hours before. He had been entranced by her beauty, her grace, and the way her laughter filled the air.
Rahul stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch Meera’s shoulder gently. She leaned back into him, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his hard muscles. Their eyes met in the mirror, a silent understanding passing between them.
Rahul’s hand slid down Meera’s arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He gently caressed her hip, pulling her closer to him. Meera’s head fell back, her lips parting as she let out a soft moan.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. Rahul’s hands roamed Meera’s body, teasing and caressing her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. Meera’s fingers tangled in Rahul’s hair, pulling him closer as she deepened their kiss.
Rahul’s mouth trailed down Meera’s neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake. His lips closed around her earlobe, gently nibbling and teasing it with his teeth. Meera’s breath hitched as she arched her back, pressing her body closer to his.
Rahul’s hand snaked around Meera’s waist, his fingers finding her wet and eager core. He teased her clit, rubbing slow circles that made Meera gasp and moan. She reached behind her, her hand encircling Rahul’s hard length, feeling him throb and twitch under her touch.
With a growl, Rahul lifted Meera, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers as he continued to tease and pleasure her. Meera’s legs wrapped around Rahul’s waist, pulling him closer, urging him to enter her.
Rahul’s cock slid into Meera’s wet pussy, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into Rahul’s back as he started to thrust. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself, their moans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.
Rahul’s hand slipped between them, his fingers finding Meera’s clit once more. He rubbed slow circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Meera’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she felt her orgasm build.
With a cry, Meera came, her pussy clenching around Rahul’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Rahul’s thrusts became erratic, his own release close behind. With a final thrust, he came, filling Meera with his warmth.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Rahul’s fingers traced slow patterns on Meera’s skin, his lips pressed against her forehead. Meera’s hand rested on Rahul’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
As the night wore on, they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one. The night was young, and the full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lovers, promising a night of passion and pleasure that they would never forget.
