In the heart of India, amidst lush fields of golden wheat, a small village stood. In this village lived a woman of unmatched beauty. She was known by all as Sita, a young widow with raven-black hair that cascaded down to her waist, thick and lustrous.
Sita lived a simple life, but her beauty had caught the attention of many suitors. However, she had turned them all away, her heart still longing for the love she had lost.
One day, a traveler passed through the village. He was a tall, handsome man with skin as dark as the night sky. His name was Kofi, a trader from a distant land. Intrigued by Sita’s beauty, he approached her with an offer of exotic spices and fabrics from his travels.
Sita, although initially hesitant, was drawn to Kofi’s charm and the allure of his offerings. Over time, they grew close, their conversations flowing like the Ganges river, deep and unending.
One evening, under the starlit sky, Kofi took Sita’s hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She looked into his eyes, dark and mysterious, and saw a desire that mirrored her own.
Without a word, they found themselves in Sita’s home, the door locked behind them. Kofi’s hands traced Sita’s body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch was gentle, yet firm, igniting a fire within Sita that she had long forgotten.
Sita responded in kind, her hands wandering over Kofi’s muscular frame. She traced the outline of his firm buttocks, feeling the tension build in her fingers. She ran her fingers through his short, curly hair, pulling him closer.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. Kofi’s hands found their way to Sita’s firm breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over her erect nipples. Sita gasped, her head falling back, exposing the soft skin of her neck.
Kofi took advantage, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck, his teeth gently nibbling on her earlobe. Sita moaned, her hands gripping Kofi’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Kofi’s hands wandered lower, finding the waistband of Sita’s skirt. With a swift motion, he pulled it down, revealing her naked lower body. Sita was not wearing any underwear, her pussy glistening with desire.
Kofi’s fingers found her wet folds, parting them gently. He teased her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, causing Sita to moan louder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Without breaking their kiss, Kofi lifted Sita up, her legs still wrapped around him. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sita reached down, grabbing Kofi’s firm cock. She stroked it gently, feeling it twitch in her hand. Kofi moaned, his head falling back. Sita took this opportunity to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum that had formed.
Kofi couldn’t take it anymore. He positioned himself at Sita’s entrance, his cock teasing her wet folds. Sita moaned, her legs still wrapped around him. With one swift motion, Kofi entered her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. Kofi’s thrusts were slow and deep, each one causing Sita to moan louder. She met his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving as one.
Kofi reached down, his fingers finding Sita’s clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, causing Sita to moan even louder. Her orgasm was building, the tension coiling in her lower belly.
With one final thrust, Kofi pushed Sita over the edge. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Kofi followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy. The wind whispered through the open window, carrying with it the scent of their lovemaking.
And in that moment, Sita knew that she had found the love she had been longing for. A love that was as deep and unending as the Ganges river itself.
