Uma was a stunning Indian woman with a thick, voluptuous figure and long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She was the epitome of Indian beauty, and her body was a work of art. She stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, admiring her reflection as she undressed. Her eyes trailed down her curves, taking in the softness of her stomach and the roundness of her hips. She cupped her full breasts in her hands, feeling her nipples harden at her own touch.
She had always been a sensual being, unafraid to embrace her desires and cravings. And tonight, she was in the mood for something more than just a simple self-pleasure session. She wanted to feel the touch of another, to be desired and craved. She picked up her phone and sent a message to her lover, Ravi.
“Come over,” she wrote, her fingers lingering over the keys. “I want you.”
Ravi was at her door within minutes, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of Uma. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. And he was more than happy to oblige.
They began with a slow dance, their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the music. Uma’s hands roamed over Ravi’s chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered her desires.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she breathed, her breath hot against his skin.
Ravi’s hands moved to Uma’s hips, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her sweetness as she moaned into the kiss. They stumbled towards the bedroom, their hands tearing at each other’s clothes as they went.
Uma’s back hit the bed, and Ravi followed her down. His lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and licking as she arched her back, offering herself to him. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as he took a nipple into his mouth. Uma gasped, her back bowing off the bed as he sucked and teased her nipples.
Ravi’s hand moved between Uma’s legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around him. Uma moaned, her hips grinding against his hand as he added a second finger.
“Yes, Ravi,” she breathed, her eyes closed in pleasure. “Just like that.”
Ravi’s fingers moved in and out of Uma, his thumb rubbing her clit as she moaned and writhed beneath him. She was close, so close to the edge. And then Ravi’s fingers were gone, replaced by his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him.
Uma’s legs wrapped around Ravi’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She moaned as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Uma met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the music that played in the background. Uma’s nails dug into Ravi’s back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Ravi’s thrusts became erratic as he felt Uma’s walls clenching around him. He groaned, his own orgasm following closely behind hers. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat.
“I love you,” Uma whispered, her head resting on Ravi’s chest.
“I love you too,” Ravi replied, his hand tracing circles on Uma’s back.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the night wore on. Their lovemaking had been passionate and intense, but it was also tender and loving. They had connected on a deep, primal level, and it was a connection that would last a lifetime.
