The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the balcony, illuminating the naked figure of Sumita, a stunning Indian woman with raven black hair cascading down her back. The cool breeze gently played with the strands, revealing the alluring curves of her body. A bead of sweat trickled down her shoulder, tracing a path to the small of her back. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, yet exuding an aura of quiet strength.
Sumita’s heart raced as she felt his presence behind her. Ravi, her long-time lover, a man of refined tastes and smoldering desire. His hands gently brushed against her shoulders, causing her to shiver in anticipation. She leaned back, allowing her head to rest against his firm chest, surrendering to the intoxicating dance of seduction that was about to unfold.
Ravi’s lips found the nape of her neck, planting tender kisses that sent shivers down her spine. His skilled fingers traced the outline of her collarbone, causing her to gasp softly. He caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Sumita arched her back, pressing her body against his, inviting him to delve deeper into the passion that was building between them.
His hands continued their journey down her body, stopping to gently part her thighs. Ravi knelt behind her, his eyes fixated on the glistening folds of her pussy. He leaned in, inhaling her scent, a heady mixture of arousal and femininity. His tongue darted out, tasting her, savoring her essence. Sumita moaned, her legs trembling as his lips closed around her clit, his tongue swirling in a dance as old as time itself.
With each flick of his tongue, Sumita felt herself inching closer to the edge. Her breathing hitched, her moans growing louder as Ravi’s fingers joined the symphony of pleasure, sliding in and out of her wetness. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, the waves of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to consume her.
Sumita reached behind her, her fingers tangling in Ravi’s hair, pulling him closer. She needed more, needed to feel him inside her. Ravi stood, his cock hard and ready. He guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip before plunging deep within her.
Their rhythm was in sync, each thrust meeting its counterpart in a dance of passion and desire. Sumita’s moans filled the night air, mingling with Ravi’s grunts of pleasure. Their bodies moved in harmony, a testament to their deep connection.
Ravi’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he increased his pace. Sumita could feel herself nearing the precipice, her moans growing louder, more urgent. With one final thrust, they tumbled over the edge together, their bodies shuddering in mutual release.
Breathless, they stood there, their bodies entwined, the cool breeze drying the sweat on their skin. The moon continued its silent watch, bearing witness to the intimate moments shared between two lovers. And as the first light of dawn began to break, they retreated inside, their bodies sated, their hearts full.
The end.
