It was a warm summer evening, and I was walking through the crowded streets of Mumbai. My eyes were drawn to a woman standing near a street corner. She had long, black hair that cascaded down her back, and her curves were accentuated by the clingy dress she wore. I couldn’t help but stare as she turned, revealing a luscious backside that made my heart race.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Excuse me, miss,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Do you come here often?”
She turned to me, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “I might,” she said, a hint of an accent in her voice. “It depends on who’s asking.”
I introduced myself, and we chatted for a few minutes before I gathered the courage to ask her out. To my surprise, she agreed.
We went to a cozy little restaurant, where we shared a bottle of wine and got to know each other better. She told me she was an Indian woman, raised in a traditional family but with a wild streak that she couldn’t suppress. I was captivated by her beauty and her boldness, and I knew I had to have her.
We made our way back to my hotel room, our bodies pressed close together as we stumbled through the door. She turned to me, her lips parted in anticipation. I kissed her deeply, my hands exploring her curves as she moaned with pleasure.
I slowly undressed her, my eyes feasting on her luscious body. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, with full breasts and a round, firm ass that I couldn’t wait to explore.
We lay on the bed, our bodies entwined as we kissed and touched each other. I licked and nibbled her neck, feeling her shiver with pleasure. I teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she cried out with pleasure.
She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. I groaned with pleasure as she undid my belt, freeing my throbbing member. She stroked me gently, her fingers exploring every inch of me.
I turned her over, admiring the view of her round, firm ass. I spread her cheeks apart, my tongue tracing a line from her puckered hole to her swollen pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure as I licked and sucked her, my tongue delving deep inside her.
I slipped a finger inside her pussy, feeling her slick wetness coat my hand. I added a second finger, stretching her wide as I prepared her for my cock. She moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking against my hand.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls grip me tightly. She moaned with pleasure as I filled her, her hips meeting my thrusts.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto my cock as I fucked her hard and deep. She cried out with pleasure, her voice mingling with the sound of our bodies slapping together.
I reached around, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I rubbed her gently, feeling her orgasm build inside her. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard around my cock.
I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices. She turned to me, her lips parted in anticipation. I stroked my cock, watching as my cum spurted out, landing on her face and tits. She moaned with pleasure, licking her lips as she tasted my salty seed.
We lay together, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. I knew that this was a night I would never forget, a night of passion with a stunning Indian beauty.
