The night was dark and still as Shyama, an Indian woman with thick black hair and a voluptuous figure, slipped out of her bed and into the warm embrace of the night. She had always been a free spirit, unafraid to explore her desires and passions. And tonight, she was in the mood for something that would set her heart racing and her body trembling with pleasure.

As she moved through the house, her bare feet making no sound on the cool marble floors, she felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She had been thinking about him all day, his muscular body, his piercing eyes, and his confident air. And now, as she stood outside his door, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that she had to have him.

She reached out and gently knocked on the door, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She waited for what felt like an eternity, her heart in her throat, before she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and there he was, Ravi, the man who had been haunting her dreams for weeks.

“Shyama,” he said, his voice low and husky. “What are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. Instead, she stepped forward, her body pressing against his, and kissed him deeply. He responded with a passion that took her breath away, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands running over her body.

They stumbled back into the room, their clothes falling away as they kissed and touched each other, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Shyama’s heart raced as she felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it throb and pulse in her hand. She stroked it slowly, her fingers exploring every inch of it, before she dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it, her tongue swirling around the head, before she took it deep into her throat.

Ravi groaned with pleasure, his hands on her head, guiding her as she sucked him deeper and harder. She could feel his cock twitch and pulse in her mouth, and she knew that he was close. She pulled back, her lips leaving a wet trail along his shaft, before she stood up and turned around.

She bent over, her back arched, her ass in the air, and waited for him to take her. He stepped forward, his cock pressing against her wet pussy, before he slid inside her, filling her completely. She moaned with pleasure as he began to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock driving deeper and harder with every thrust.

They moved together, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room. Shyama could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building deep inside her, before it finally crashed over her, leaving her trembling and weak.

Ravi followed soon after, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. They lay there, their limbs entwined, as they caught their breath and came down from their high.

“That was incredible,” Shyama whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, it was,” Ravi agreed, his voice thick with desire. “But we shouldn’t do this again.”

Shyama nodded, her heart heavy with sadness. She knew that he was right, but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. She had found something incredible, something that had set her heart racing and her body trembling with pleasure. And now, it was over.

But as she lay there, in the dark, she knew that she would never forget this night. She would always have this memory, this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, to hold on to. And that would have to be enough.

The end.