It was a sultry summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sweat. I was wandering the streets of Mumbai, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city, when I stumbled upon her.
She was a vision of beauty, with a luscious, curvy figure and long, black hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were dark and alluring, and she wore a traditional Indian saree that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t help but stare as she moved with grace and confidence, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
I followed her from a distance, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. I knew I had to have her, and I was determined to make it happen. As luck would have it, she eventually ducked into a dimly lit alleyway, and I knew this was my chance.
I approached her slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with curiosity and desire. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft, warm skin.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine.
“I’m here for you,” I replied, my voice husky with desire.
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. “Then come and take me,” she said, her words like a siren’s call.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I pulled her close and claimed her lips with mine, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance. She moaned softly, her body melting against me as I ran my hands over her curves.
I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She gasped and arched her back, pressing her breasts against me. I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs flicking at her hard, erect nipples.
She reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, her fingers tightening around my hard length. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. She stroked me slowly, her touch driving me wild with desire.
I reached down and pulled up her saree, revealing her smooth, bare pussy. She was dripping wet, her juices glistening on her inner thighs. I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs wide, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet nectar.
She cried out, her hands grabbing my head as I licked and sucked at her clit. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out as I continued to devour her pussy.
She was moaning and writhing, her hips grinding against my face as she approached her climax. I could feel her getting closer and closer, her muscles tensing and her breathing becoming more ragged.
With a final, desperate cry, she came, her juices flooding my mouth as I drank her in. She collapsed against me, her body spent and satisfied.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I stood up and pulled her towards me, my cock pressing against her wet, swollen pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I started to move.
I pounded into her, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and beautiful. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her.
We moved together, our bodies becoming one as we chased our pleasure. I could feel her getting close again, her muscles tightening around me.
With a final, powerful thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she milked every last drop from me.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I looked at her, my heart swelling with affection and desire.
“I think I’m in love,” I whispered.
She smiled, her eyes soft and warm. “I think I am too,” she replied.
And with that, we were whisked away by desire, our lives forever changed by our chance encounter in the bustling streets of Mumbai.
