It was a humid summer night 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.
Shalini, a thick, nude Indian woman with long, black hair, lay on her bed, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been chatting with a man she had met online for weeks, and tonight, he was finally coming over.
The doorbell rang, and Shalini’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly wrapped a silk robe around herself and went to answer the door. Standing in front of her was a tall, handsome man with piercing green eyes and a mischievous smile.
“Hi, I’m Raj,” he said, extending his hand.
Shalini took his hand and pulled him inside, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her loins.
