In the heart of New Delhi, a scorching hot afternoon was coming to a close. The air was thick with humidity, and the streets were filled with the sounds of honking cars and shouting vendors. In the midst of this chaos, there was a small, dimly lit hotel.
The hotel was not much to look at from the outside, but its rooms were a different story. Room 304 was occupied by a tall, muscular man named Raj. He was in his late 30s, with dark hair and a chiseled jawline. He had come to the city for business and was looking forward to a relaxing evening in his room after a long day of meetings.
As he entered the room, he noticed that the window was slightly open, and the curtains were swaying gently in the breeze. He walked over to close it, but as he did, he caught a glimpse of something that caught his eye.
In the building next door, there was a balcony with a woman standing on it. She was facing away from him, but there was something about her that made him stop in his tracks. She was tall and slender, with long, black hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. She was wearing a red saree that clung to her body, highlighting her curves and accentuating her hourglass figure.
Raj couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He watched as she leaned over the balcony, her saree falling away to reveal her smooth, brown skin. He felt a stirring in his loins as he took in the sight of her perfect, round ass.
He knew he had to have her.
