The sun dipped below the horizon as Deepika made her way along the winding mountain path. She was a stunning Indian woman, her raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves, her curves accentuated by the clingy dress she wore. Her heart raced as she thought of the man she was going to meet – Rajan, a handsome stranger she had met on a dating app.
As she reached the designated spot, she saw him standing there, his chiseled chest bare, a wicked grin on his face. “You’re even more beautiful than your pictures,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Without a word, Deepika stepped closer, her body trembling with anticipation. Rajan’s arms encircled her, pulling her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, igniting a fire within her.
Breaking the kiss, Deepika pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Follow me,” she whispered, leading him to a secluded spot amidst the trees.
Once there, she turned to face him, her back against a towering oak. Rajan’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her luscious form. “You’re magnificent,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
Deepika smiled, her fingers working at the ties of her dress. Slowly, it fell away, revealing her bare breasts, her hard nipples peaking in the cool mountain air. Rajan’s breath hitched as he took in the sight, his cock throbbing with need.
Moving closer, he reached out, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples. Deepika moaned, her head falling back against the tree, her eyes closed in pleasure. Rajan’s mouth replaced his hands, his tongue swirling around her nipples, his teeth nibbling gently.
Deepika’s hands roamed his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her nails scraping against his skin. She could feel his cock, hard and hot, against her belly, and she yearned to feel it inside her.
Pulling away, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his. Slowly, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock, her thumb rubbing against the tip. Rajan’s breath hitched as she began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft.
Leaning forward, Deepika flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum that leaked from it. Rajan groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft.
She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around his cock, her hands stroking him in time with her mouth. Rajan’s moans filled the air, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
But Deepika wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, claiming her. Pulling away, she stood, her hands reaching for his, guiding them to her hips. “Take me, Rajan,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Rajan didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her close, his cock sliding against her wet folds. Deepika moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed as she felt him enter her, filling her completely.
He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper with each stroke. Deepika met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders, her moans filling the air.
Their bodies moved in a primal dance, their moans and gasps the only sound in the still mountain air. Rajan’s fingers found her clit, rubbing and pinching, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Deepika’s orgasm built, her muscles tensing, her breath hitching. And then, with a cry, she came, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around Rajan’s cock.
Rajan couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her.
Breathless, they stood there, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, they knew that this was just the beginning of their story.
