In the heart of India, deep in the lush jungle, stood a temple forgotten by time. Every evening, as the sun began to set and the golden light filtered through the trees, a beautiful Indian woman would make her way to the temple. She had thick, black hair that cascaded down her back, and her curves were full and voluptuous. She was a sight to behold, and many were the men who had tried to claim her heart, but she had always rebuffed them, saying she belonged to the temple.
One evening, as the woman danced in the temple, a handsome stranger appeared. He was tall and muscular, with piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through her. The woman was wary of him at first, but there was something about him that drew her in. She continued her dance, her body moving sensuously to the rhythm of the drums.
The stranger approached her, and with a grace that belied his size, he joined her in the dance. The woman was surprised, but she couldn’t deny the chemistry between them. They danced together, their bodies moving as one, until the sun had set and the temple was bathed in moonlight.
The stranger took the woman’s hand and led her to a secluded corner of the temple. He pulled her close, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. The woman responded, her body melting into his.
They broke apart, both of them breathless. The stranger trailed his lips down the woman’s neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them through the thin fabric of her dress. The woman’s nipples hardened, and she gasped as he took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
The stranger’s hand traveled down the woman’s body, slipping beneath her dress. He found her wet and ready for him, and he groaned as he slipped a finger inside her. The woman’s moans grew louder as he stroked her, his fingers hitting all the right spots.
The woman was desperate for more. She pushed the stranger down onto the floor and straddled him. She guided his cock inside her, and they both groaned as he filled her. The woman began to ride him, her hips moving in time with the drums that still echoed through the temple.
The stranger’s hands gripped the woman’s hips, helping her to set the pace. He thrust up into her, meeting her every movement. The woman leaned back, her hands braced on the stranger’s knees as he fucked her hard and deep.
Their moans and gasps filled the temple, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. The woman’s orgasm built inside her, growing stronger and stronger until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of it.
The stranger wasn’t far behind. He thrust into the woman one last time, his cock twitching as he came. The woman collapsed onto him, her body spent. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
As they dressed, the woman looked at the stranger, a question in her eyes. He took her hand and smiled. “I will come back tomorrow,” he said. The woman nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. She knew that she had finally found someone who understood her, someone who respected her devotion to the temple. And she looked forward to their next dance.
