Sumitra, an Indian woman of 25, stood in front of the mirror, examining her nude figure. Her black hair cascaded down her back, thick and lustrous. She was a babe, curvaceous and alluring. She had always been a seductress, using her beauty and charm to get what she wanted.
Tonight, she was going to seduce Ravi, a man she had been eyeing for weeks. He was a handsome, muscular specimen, and Sumitra couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She slipped on a silk robe and made her way to his apartment.
Ravi opened the door, surprised to see Sumitra standing there. “Sumitra, what are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
“I came to see you,” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. She stepped closer to him, her body pressing against his. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered in his ear.
Ravi’s body responded to her touch, his cock growing hard against her hip. Sumitra smiled, knowing she had him. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer for a kiss.
Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their tongues dancing together. Sumitra moaned as Ravi’s hands explored her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it through his pants.
Ravi pulled back, his breath coming in short gasps. “Sumitra, we can’t do this,” he said, trying to resist her charms.
But Sumitra wasn’t taking no for an answer. She pushed him back onto the couch and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She ground her pussy against his cock, feeling it throb through his pants.
Ravi groaned, his hands gripping her hips. Sumitra smiled, knowing she had won. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock. She stroked it, her fingers slick with his pre-cum.
“Fuck me, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Ravi didn’t need any more encouragement. He flipped Sumitra over onto her back and spread her legs. He leaned down and licked her pussy, tasting her sweetness. Sumitra moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his tongue.
Ravi slid his cock inside her, filling her up. Sumitra wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Sumitra matched his movements, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies moved together, their moans and sighs filling the room. Ravi reached down and pinched Sumitra’s nipples, causing her to cry out with pleasure. She dug her nails into his back, leaving marks on his skin.
They changed positions, with Sumitra on top. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. Ravi reached up and squeezed them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Sumitra threw her head back, her hair brushing against her bare back.
She leaned down and kissed Ravi, their tongues tangling together. She could feel his cum building inside him, ready to explode. She quickened her pace, wanting to feel him come inside her.
With a final thrust, Ravi came, his cum filling Sumitra’s pussy. She collapsed on top of him, her body spent. They lay there for a moment, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Sumitra smiled, knowing she had satisfied her desires. She got up and put her robe back on, ready to leave.
“Until next time, Ravi,” she said, her voice full of promise. And with that, she was gone, leaving Ravi to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
