It was a humid summer night in New Delhi, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. A young woman, Malika, sat on the balcony of her apartment, running her fingers through her thick, black hair. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the moonlight.
Malika was a stunning Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. She was 22 years old, a confident and sensual woman who knew what she wanted.
Across the courtyard, she noticed a handsome stranger, Arjun, standing on his own balcony. He was also nude, and his chiseled body was bathed in the same silvery light as hers. They locked eyes, and Malika felt a shiver run down her spine.
She stood up, her full breasts swaying gently as she walked towards the edge of the balcony. She leaned forward, her heart pounding in her chest, and whispered, “Come here.”
Arjun didn’t hesitate. He crossed the courtyard, his cock swinging between his legs. When he reached Malika, he took her in his arms, and they began to kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths.
Malika’s hands wandered over Arjun’s body, feeling the hard muscles of his chest and the curve of his ass. She moaned softly as his fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently.
They broke their kiss, and Malika led Arjun inside, to her bedroom. She pushed him down onto the bed, and then climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She ground her pussy against his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of him through the thin fabric of her thong.
Arjun reached up, cupping Malika’s breasts in his hands. He squeezed and kneaded them, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Malika threw her head back, her long hair brushing against Arjun’s chest.
She leaned down, kissing him deeply. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and she could taste the sweetness of the mango lassi he’d been drinking. She moaned again as Arjun’s hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.
Malika stood up, and then slowly peeled off her thong, revealing her shaved pussy. She climbed back onto the bed, and then lowered herself onto Arjun’s cock.
They both moaned as he filled her, his thickness stretching her tight pussy. Malika began to ride him, grinding her hips in circles as she took him deeper and deeper.
Arjun’s hands gripped Malika’s hips, guiding her as she rode him. He watched as her breasts bounced, her dark nipples hard and aroused. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He rolled Malika onto her back, and then began to thrust into her, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper with each stroke.
Malika’s moans grew louder, and then she was crying out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Arjun followed her, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum.
They lay together, panting and sweating, as their heart rates slowly returned to normal. And then, as the first light of dawn began to break over the city, they did it all again.
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Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only.
