The full moon cast an ethereal glow upon the quiet Indian village, as a certain thick, raven-haired woman of 23 named Sita slipped out of her family’s home and into the cool night air. Her heart raced with anticipation, as she made her way towards the nearby meeting place, a small hut hidden away from prying eyes.
For months now, she had been exchanging stolen glances and lingering touches with the man who would be waiting for her within the hut, Aryan, a handsome and well-built man of 28 with chiseled features and a charming smile. They had been stealing moments of passion whenever they could, often locked away in the hut, far from the disapproving eyes of their families and the judgment of their village.
Tonight, Sita knew, would be no different. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she approached the hut, pushing open the door to reveal Aryan, already naked and waiting for her. His dark eyes devoured her, taking in her luscious curves and the way the moonlight danced upon her ebony hair.
Without a word, Sita stepped closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest as she let her gaze travel over his muscular form. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path down his chest and across his abs, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the rapid beating of his heart.
Aryan’s hands came up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own. Sita moaned softly, her body melting against his as their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring one another with a hunger that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
As they kissed, Aryan’s hands began to wander, his fingers tracing a path over Sita’s shoulders and down her arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back, pressing her body closer to his.
Sita’s hands were not idle, either. She ran her fingers through Aryan’s hair, tugging gently at the roots as she deepened their kiss, her hips grinding against his, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against her belly.
With a low growl, Aryan broke their kiss, his lips trailing a path down Sita’s neck and across her shoulder, his teeth nipping gently at her skin. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat as he reached her breasts, his tongue swirling around one hard nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.
Sita’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as Aryan worshiped her body, his hands and mouth working in tandem to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her clit throbbing with need as Aryan’s fingers found their way to her soaking wet pussy.
He teased her entrance, his fingers circling her swollen lips before dipping inside, curling up to brush against her G-spot. Sita cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to stroke her, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
But Aryan wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth and sucking her juices from them with a wicked grin. Sita watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he licked his lips, before turning his attention back to her body.
He knelt before her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, his tongue tracing a path towards her aching core. Sita whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close, her hips rocking helplessly as she sought the release she knew he could give her.
Finally, Aryan’s tongue found her clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves with expert skill. Sita’s legs trembled, her entire body going rigid as he sucked and licked, his fingers sliding back inside her to stroke her G-spot in time with his tongue.
It was too much. With a keening cry, Sita toppled over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake. Aryan didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to work her clit as she came down from her high, her moans filling the small hut.
When she could take no more, Sita gently pushed him away, her hands trembling as she helped him to his feet. He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips.
“Turn around,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.”
Sita obeyed, her heart racing as she turned to face the wall, her hands braced against it as she presented herself to him. She felt him step closer, his cock pressing against her ass, the tip nudging at her entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“Yes,” Sita breathed, her body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Aryan. I need you inside me.”
With a low growl, Aryan obliged, his cock sliding into her slick pussy with one smooth stroke. Sita cried out, her back arching as he filled her, her muscles clenching around him as he began to thrust, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand reaching around to tease her clit as he fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. Sita moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy once more.
This time, when she came, it was with Aryan buried deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed. They stood there, panting and trembling, as their orgasms washed over them, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
As they caught their breath, Sita turned to face him, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him deeply, her tongue delving into his mouth to taste herself on his lips.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“I love you, too,” Aryan replied, his arms wrapping around her waist as he held her close. “Forever and always.”
And with that, they turned their attention back to each other, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace as they lost themselves in the moment, the whispers of their love echoing through the night.
