It was a hot summer night in the bustling city of Mumbai. The air was thick and heavy, and the streets were alive with the sounds of honking cars and chattering people. But inside a small, dimly lit apartment, the air was thick with something else entirely.
Smita, a beautiful young woman with long, black hair and creamy brown skin, was lounging on her bed in nothing but her lacy lingerie. She had been thinking about him all day, the way his dark eyes seemed to see right through her, the way his hands felt on her body. She couldn’t wait any longer.
She picked up her phone and sent him a simple message: “I’m waiting.”
Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Smita’s heart raced as she slipped on her robe and answered it. There he was, Ravi, tall and handsome with a smoldering gaze.
“Hi,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Hi,” Smita replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
She led him to the bedroom, where the air was thick with anticipation. They stood in front of each other for a moment, neither sure of what to do next. And then, Smita reached up and pulled Ravi’s head down to hers, kissing him deeply.
Their hands began to explore each other’s bodies, caressing and kneading as they undressed each other. Smita’s robe fell to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie and the curves of her body. Ravi’s fingers traced the lines of her hips, her waist, her breasts.
Smita moaned as Ravi’s mouth found her nipples, teasing and sucking them until they were hard and sensitive. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Ravi’s hand slipped between Smita’s legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit, making her moan louder. Smita reached down and wrapped her hand around Ravi’s cock, feeling it throb and twitch in her hand.
Ravi couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Smita onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, filling her up and making her moan with pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they explored each other. Ravi’s hands gripped Smita’s hips as he thrust into her, harder and faster. She moaned and cried out, begging for more.
Smita’s orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her and leaving her breathless. Ravi followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came inside her.
They lay there, panting and spent, for what felt like hours. And then, Smita looked over at Ravi and smiled.
“Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi grinned and nodded. And so, they started all over again.
