In the dimly lit room, a thick, black-haired Indian woman stood with her back facing the entrance. The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the space as her bare skin prickled with goosebumps. The woman, Smita, was a stunning beauty – her lush curves, the color of rich caramel, were on full display in her nudity. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair, feeling the weight of it cascade down her back.
A soft, familiar voice entered the room. “Smita, my love,” he whispered, and she felt his hands encircle her waist.
She leaned back into his embrace, feeling his warmth against her naked flesh. “Rajan,” she sighed, her voice heavy with desire.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a familiar rhythm. Rajan’s hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Smita moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
Rajan trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. His hands continued to explore her body, sliding down to her hips and pulling her close against him.
Smita could feel his erection pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a low growl from him. She reached behind her, grasping his cock firmly in her hand and stroking it gently.
Rajan’s hands slid lower, and he found her wet and ready for him. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock.
Smita’s breath hitched as he fingered her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his fingers.
Rajan removed his fingers, and Smita felt him position himself behind her. He grasped her hips, guiding his cock to her entrance and pushing inside her with a slow, deliberate motion.
Smita cried out, her pussy clenching around him as he filled her completely. He began to thrust, each stroke deeper and harder than the last.
Smita’s moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. She could feel her orgasm building again, and she urged Rajan on, begging him for more.
Rajan’s thrusts grew more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel Smita’s pussy tightening around him, and he knew she was close.
With one final thrust, they both cried out, their orgasms crashing over them like a wave. Rajan collapsed against Smita, his cock still buried deep inside her.
They stood there, panting and spent, for several moments before Rajan pulled out and turned Smita to face him.
“I love you, Smita,” he whispered, and she smiled, her eyes shining with love and desire.
“I love you too, Rajan,” she replied, and they kissed once more, their bodies still entwined in the afterglow of their passion.
The end.
