The full moon cast its silver glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the silhouette of a woman with thick curves and long, black hair. She stood there, nude, her heart pounding with anticipation.
A rustling in the bushes caught her attention, and she turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. He was an Indian man, his chiseled chest and abs glistening with sweat from the humid night air. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with desire and need.
“Who are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“I am Rohan,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “And you?”
“I’m Preeti,” she said, her breath hitching as he traced a finger down her arm.
Their connection was instant, and they fell into each other’s arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
Preeti returned the favor, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscular back and digging into his firm buttocks. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she longed to feel him inside her.
Rohan’s lips left her mouth, trailing down her neck and onto her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, causing Preeti to gasp and writhe in pleasure.
“Yes, Rohan,” she moaned, her hands gripping his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He continued his assault on her breasts, his fingers finding their way to her wetness. He circled her clit, teasing her, before plunging a finger inside her.
Preeti’s hips bucked, and she cried out in pleasure. Rohan added another finger, stretching her and preparing her for what was to come.
“Please, Rohan,” Preeti begged, her voice husky with need. “I want you inside me.”
Rohan removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness surrounding him.
Preeti moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his thrusts. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him as he drove deeper and harder.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of their moans and the slapping of skin against skin filling the night air.
Rohan reached around, rubbing Preeti’s clit as he fucked her. She cried out, her orgasm building inside her.
“Yes, Rohan, yes!” she screamed, her muscles clenching around him as she came.
Rohan followed soon after, his release filling her as he collapsed onto her back, both of them panting and sweaty.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, as the moon continued to shine down on them.
And in that moment, they knew that their connection was more than just physical. It was a bond that would last a lifetime.
