On a warm summer night, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the sound of crickets chirping. In a secluded corner of the garden, the Indian woman, adorned with a long, black hair, stood with her back facing the path. She was nude, her curves and voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight.
Ravi, a young man from the neighboring village, had sneaked into the garden, drawn by the whispers of desire that he had heard in his dreams. As he approached her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her luscious figure. She was a vision of beauty, a goddess who had descended from the heavens to grace him with her presence.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It is I, Ravi,” he replied, stepping into the light.
She turned to face him, and he saw the desire in her eyes. She reached out and ran her fingers down his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in and kissed her, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.
Their bodies pressed together, their hands exploring each other’s curves. His fingers traced a path down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass. He squeezed gently, and she moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest. He reached up and cupped them, his thumbs circling her nipples. She gasped as he pinched them, her body trembling with desire.
He knelt before her, his lips finding her navel. He kissed and licked at her skin, his hands gripping her ass. She moaned as he traced a path down to her wetness, his fingers parting her lips. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he tasted her.
She moaned louder as he licked and sucked at her clit, her hips bucking against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her wetness coating his finger. She moaned his name, her hands gripping his hair.
He stood up and kissed her, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips. She tasted herself on his lips, and it sent her over the edge. She moaned as she came, her body trembling with pleasure.
He picked her up and carried her to the nearby bench, laying her down on her back. He knelt between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness, teasing her.
“Please, Ravi,” she begged, her hips bucking against him.
He entered her slowly, her tightness enveloping him. She moaned as he filled her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He began to thrust, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself.
He reached down and gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned louder as he thrust deeper, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Faster, Ravi,” she begged, her nails digging into his back.
He thrust faster, their bodies slapping together. She moaned, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
He felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching his cock. She moaned his name as she came, her body trembling with pleasure. He thrust a few more times before he came, his seed filling her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy. He kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a gentle embrace.
“I will always come to you, my love,” he whispered.
She smiled, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips.
“And I will always be here, waiting for you,” she replied.
And with that, they lay there, the whispers of their love carried away by the wind.
