It was a hot summer night in New Delhi, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. A young woman, her thick black hair cascading down her back, stood at her window, looking out at the city below. She was an Indian babe, her curves full and inviting, her skin a warm caramel color.
She felt a stirring in her belly as she thought of the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was a foreigner, with light skin and hair the color of corn silk. He had looked at her with eyes that seemed to see straight through to her soul, and she had felt a connection that she couldn’t explain.
She had invited him to her apartment for dinner, and now she waited anxiously for his arrival. She could feel her heart racing as she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find him standing there, a bouquet of jasmine in his hand.
“I brought you these,” he said, his voice low and husky. “To thank you for inviting me into your home.”
She took the flowers, her fingers brushing against his. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she knew that she wanted him.
They sat down to dinner, but the conversation was stilted, neither of them able to focus on anything but the desire that was building between them. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She stood up, her eyes locked on his.
“I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He stood up, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you too,” he said, and then he was on her, his mouth crushing hers, his hands roaming over her curves.
She moaned as he kissed her, her body arching towards his. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew that she had to have him.
They stumbled towards her bedroom, their clothes falling away as they went. She pushed him down onto the bed, her mouth finding his again. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth.
He groaned as she kissed him, his hands gripping her hips. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew that she had to have him.
She broke the kiss, her mouth trailing down his body. She licked and nibbled at his nipples, causing him to gasp with pleasure. She kissed her way down his stomach, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles.
She reached his cock, and she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking at him. He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she had to have him inside her.
She climbed on top of him, her pussy wet and ready for him. She slid down onto him, taking him deep inside her. She moaned as she felt him filling her, her body moving in time with his.
They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she was going to cum.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other. She knew that she had found something special with this man, something that she would never forget.
As they drifted off to sleep, she whispered in his ear, “I love you.”
And he whispered back, “I love you too.”
