In the heart of India, nestled among lush greenery and vibrant flowers, stood an ancient temple, long abandoned by the villagers. They whispered tales of the temple’s guardian, a voluptuous woman with thick, black hair, who enchanted any man who dared to enter.
Ravi, a handsome 25-year-old villager, had heard the stories many times but never believed them. Driven by curiosity and desire, he ventured into the temple one fateful afternoon.
There she was, the legendary guardian, her supple body adorned in nothing but a sheer cloth, her thick, black hair cascading down her back. Her name was Sita, and she was a woman of 30, with curves that could make any man’s heart race.
Sita looked at Ravi with a seductive smile, her eyes filled with mischief. She stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying gently. Ravi was transfixed, his heart pounding in his chest.
Sita traced her fingers down Ravi’s arm, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in, her warm breath on his ear, and whispered, “You’ve come a long way, young man. Are you ready to taste the forbidden fruit?”
Ravi nodded, unable to speak. Sita’s lips met his in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer.
Sita’s fingers trailed down Ravi’s chest, teasing his nipples before reaching for his lower half. She stroked him gently, bringing him to full erection. Ravi gasped as Sita dropped to her knees, her soft lips wrapping around his cock.
She sucked and licked, her moans vibrating against his shaft. Ravi tangled his fingers in Sita’s hair, guiding her rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
Sita must have sensed it too, for she increased her pace, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. With a final thrust, Ravi came, his hot cum filling Sita’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
Ravi helped Sita to her feet, his hands resting on her hips. He leaned in, his lips finding hers once more. This time, his hands explored her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.
Sita let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch. Ravi trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. His fingers found her wet, ready for him.
He entered her slowly, their bodies moving in sync. Sita wrapped her legs around him, meeting each thrust with one of her own. Their moans filled the temple, echoing off the ancient walls.
Ravi’s pace quickened, his body slapping against Sita’s. She urged him on, her nails digging into his back. With a final thrust, they came together, their bodies shuddering in pleasure.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies entwined. They stayed that way, basking in the afterglow of their passion, until the sun began to set.
As Ravi left the temple, he looked back at Sita, a smile on his face. He knew he would never forget the guardian of the temple, the woman who had introduced him to the forbidden fruit.
