It was a warm summer night, and I found myself lying on the bed in a dimly lit hotel room. I had just met the most captivating Indian woman earlier that evening. She was thick and voluptuous, with raven black hair cascading down her back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She entered the room, and the air seemed to grow thick with desire. She wore a bright red saree that clung to her curves, accentuating her ample assets. She walked over to the bed and slowly began to unwrap the saree, revealing her bare skin beneath. I watched, mesmerized, as she let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
She turned to face away from me, giving me a tantalizing view of her round bottom. I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her. I ran my hands over her soft, supple skin, feeling her curves beneath my fingertips.
She moaned softly as I trailed kisses down her neck, making my way to her earlobes. I nibbled gently, causing her to shiver with pleasure. My hands continued to explore her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She turned to face me, her dark eyes heavy with desire. I leaned in to kiss her, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Our tongues danced together as our hands continued to explore each other’s bodies.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Take me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned myself behind her, my hands on her hips. I entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me.
She moaned as I began to thrust, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. I reached around to tease her clit, causing her to moan even louder.
“Yes, yes,” she cried out, her voice filled with pleasure. “Just like that.”
I continued to thrust, harder and faster now. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her orgasm building.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice barely audible.
I thrust deeper, my fingers still working her clit. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I wasn’t far behind. I felt my own orgasm building, my balls tightening. I thrust once, twice, and then I was coming, my hot cum filling her.
We lay there, panting and sweating, our bodies still entwined. I kissed her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
The night was still young, and we had much more to explore. But for now, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
