It was a humid summer evening in the bustling city of Mumbai. The streets were alive with the sounds of honking cars and chattering people. But inside a small, dimly lit apartment, the world outside seemed to fade away.
Sara, a stunning Indian woman with raven black hair and a voluptuous figure, was getting ready for a night of passion. She slipped out of her saree, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her bare, thick body. She admired herself in the mirror, running her hands over her curves. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she was ready to take it.
She heard a soft knock at the door and her heart raced. She opened the door to reveal her lover, Aarav, a tall and handsome Indian man with piercing dark eyes. He took in her naked form with a hungry gaze and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.
They moved to the bedroom, their lips never breaking apart. Aarav’s hands explored Sara’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Sara let out a soft moan as his fingers found her wet, eager pussy.
Aarav laid Sara down on the bed and knelt between her legs. He started by kissing her inner thighs, working his way up to her pussy. He licked and sucked, driving Sara wild. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer.
Aarav then slipped a finger inside of Sara, then two, stretching her tight pussy. Sara’s moans grew louder as he added a third finger, preparing her for his cock.
