It was a warm summer evening, and the full moon cast a soft glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was Nalini, a stunning Indian woman with thick black hair that fell in waves down her back. Her body was a luscious hourglass, with curves in all the right places. She was completely naked, her smooth, dark skin glowing in the moonlight.
Nalini’s husband, Raj, watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful body. He was a lucky man, married to such a beautiful and sensual woman. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to run his hands over her soft skin and feel her curves beneath his fingertips.
Raj got out of bed and approached Nalini from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating fast, and he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He started with soft kisses on her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and making her moan with pleasure. His hands wandered up to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Nalini arched her back, pressing her ass against Raj’s growing erection.
