In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The figure of a woman, her back turned to the door, stood in front of the large window overlooking the bustling city below. Her long, black hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, the ends brushing against the curve of her waist. She was completely naked, her voluptuous figure bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun.
His name was Ravi, an Indian man of 35, who had always had a weakness for women with a fuller figure. And this woman, this mysterious creature, was the epitome of his desires.
He had met her at a bar the previous night, their eyes locking across the crowded room. He had been captivated by her beauty, her confidence, and the way she carried herself. After a few drinks and some small talk, he had mustered up the courage to ask her back to his place.
She had agreed, but with one condition – he had to promise to worship her body as if she were a goddess. And Ravi, with his heart pounding in his chest, had eagerly agreed.
As he entered the room, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, the anticipation building between them. He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious form.
“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. “Then worship me,” she commanded, her voice husky and low.
Ravi didn’t need to be told twice. He began by kissing her gently, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, sensual dance. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive spots.
She responded eagerly, her body melting against his. He could feel her nipples harden under his touch, her breath hitching as he trailed his lips down her neck.
He continued his descent, his tongue tracing a path down her chest and stomach. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her pussy, already glistening with desire.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and musk, and he couldn’t get enough. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her clit as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
She moaned, her hands gripping his hair as she ground her hips against his face. He could feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last moment of her orgasm.
When she had finally caught her breath, she pulled him to his feet and pushed him back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as she lowered herself onto his cock.
He groaned as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel every inch of her, her pussy tight and hot around his cock.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him. He could taste herself on his lips, could feel her heart pounding against his.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. He could feel another orgasm building inside of her, could feel her muscles tightening around his cock.
And then she came again, her body shuddering as she cried out his name. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled her with his cum.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, as the sun set and the room grew dark. He knew he had worshipped her body as she had commanded, had given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
And as she lay in his arms, her body spent and satisfied, he knew that he would do anything to please her, to worship her as the goddess she was.
