It was a humid summer’s night in New Delhi, as Amrita, a stunning 22-year-old Indian woman with thick, black hair, found herself alone at home. She sat by the window, her lithe figure wrapped in a translucent saree, reminiscing about the handsome stranger she met at a recent wedding. She felt a flutter in her chest as she remembered his intense gaze and the way her body responded to his slightest touch.
Lost in her thoughts, she decided it was time to pleasure herself, her hands tracing the contours of her body. She stood up and walked to her bedroom, slowly unwrapping the saree, revealing her nakedness. She lay down on the bed, running her fingers over her full breasts, dark nipples erect, and down her flat stomach to the mound of her womanhood.
Suddenly, she heard a faint sound, as if someone was at the door. Heart pounding, she got up and checked the door. No one was there. As she turned around, she saw the figure of the handsome stranger from the wedding in the dim light. Paralyzed with fear and excitement, she stood still, unable to scream.
He walked towards her, his gaze fixed on her. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he murmured, as he wrapped his arms around her. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. Amrita’s fear dissipated, replaced by a burning desire as she melted into his embrace.
Their lips met, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss. He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as she moaned softly. His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her ass, caressing and squeezing her cheeks.
Without breaking their kiss, she led him to her bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his hard cock. She smiled as she felt his hands gripping her hips, his cock twitching beneath her.
She trailed her lips down his chest, licking and nibbling his nipples, before continuing down to his abs. She could feel his cock throbbing, begging for attention. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle it. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, before taking him into her mouth.
He groaned as she swirled her tongue around his tip, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. She could feel him growing harder, his moans growing louder. She sucked him deep into her throat, her fingers playing with his balls.
Suddenly, he pulled her up, flipping her onto her back. He spread her legs apart, his gaze fixated on her glistening pussy. He trailed his fingers over her labia, parting them to reveal her clit. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Amrita arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets as he licked and sucked her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, her moans growing louder. He slid a finger inside her, crooking it to hit her g-spot. She cried out, her body shaking as she came hard.
He continued to lick and suck her, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his tip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together in a rhythm, their bodies moving as one. He pounded into her, their moans and groans filling the room. She met him thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her in circles, her moans growing louder. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing up. He thrust deeper, harder, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out, her body shaking as she came again. He continued to pound into her, his own orgasm building. He groaned, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies intertwined. He looked down at her, a smile on his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I met you,” he murmured.
Amrita smiled back, her body still trembling from her orgasms. “I’m glad you did,” she whispered.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, their breaths in sync.
