It was a warm summer evening in the bustling city of Mumbai. The streets were filled with the sounds of horns honking and people chattering, but inside the small apartment, it was quiet. Shanti, a young Indian woman with thick black hair and curves in all the right places, was getting ready for her nightly ritual. She slipped off her sari, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk and beads. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her naked body. Her dark skin was smooth and unblemished, and her full breasts and round hips were the perfect hourglass shape. She ran her fingers through her long hair, letting it cascade down her back. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and seduction as she stood there, completely exposed.
Shanti walked over to the window and opened it, letting in the warm breeze. She leaned against the windowsill and looked out at the city below. She couldn’t see the people on the streets, but she could hear them, and she knew that they couldn’t see her. She felt a thrill run through her body as she thought about the anonymity of it all. She was hidden in plain sight, and she loved it.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see Ravi, her lover, entering the room. He was a tall, handsome man with a muscular build and piercing dark eyes. He was also Indian, but his skin was several shades lighter than Shanti’s. He walked over to her, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck.
Shanti closed her eyes and leaned into him, feeling his hard body pressed against her soft one. She could feel his desire for her, and it made her wet.
Ravi’s hands began to explore Shanti’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. His fingers found their way to her wetness, and he began to stroke her gently.
Shanti’s legs began to shake as Ravi’s fingers worked their magic. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she needed more. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
Ravi didn’t need to be told twice. He picked Shanti up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He climbed on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her wetness.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Shanti nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Ravi entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth around him. He began to move, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Shanti wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their moans and sighs filling the room. Ravi reached down and began to stroke Shanti’s clit, and she cried out as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her body. Ravi followed soon after, his warm cum filling her.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined.
“I love you,” Ravi whispered, his lips brushing against Shanti’s ear.
“I love you too,” Shanti replied, her voice soft and sleepy.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sounds of the city outside fading away as they succumbed to the bliss of their love.
