In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood by the window, her silhouette reflecting the city lights behind her. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display. Her thick curves were intoxicating, a true Indian babe.
Ravi, a young man of 25, found himself in her apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been drawn to her, her mysterious aura and her captivating beauty. He watched as she traced her fingers down her body, her eyes closed in pleasure.
“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice husky. He stepped towards her, his body responding to her call. She turned around, her full breasts brushing against his chest. Her dark eyes were filled with desire.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” she murmured, her lips finding his. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. She gasped as he reached her nipples, sucking on them hard. His fingers found her wetness, stroking her clit. She was ready for him, her body begging for more.
He lifted her onto the window sill, her legs spread wide. He knelt between them, his tongue tracing her slit. She tasted sweet, like honey. He licked and sucked on her clit, her moans filling the room.
“Fuck me, Ravi,” she begged, her hands pulling on his hair. He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. She whimpered, her body trembling with need.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started slow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She met his thrusts, her body moving with his.
He gripped her hips, pounding into her harder. She screamed his name, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his cum filling her.
They stayed like that, their bodies intertwined, their breaths heavy. The city lights flickered in the background, a silent witness to their passion.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Ravi whispered, his head resting on her chest.
“Neither have I,” she replied, her fingers tracing his back.
They stayed like that for a while longer, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other.
