The Temptation of the Exotic Indian Beauty

In a dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair and an alluring, curvy figure stood facing away from the door. Her silky hair cascaded down her back, stopping just above the curve of her voluptuous ass. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft light.

Ravi, a middle-aged man with a successful tech career, had been captivated by this Indian beauty from the moment he saw her at the bar downstairs. He had mustered up the courage to approach her, and they had quickly found themselves on the same wavelength, sharing stories and laughter over drinks. As the night wore on, the chemistry between them grew more intense, and Ravi knew he wanted to take her back to his hotel room.

As they entered the room, she had made her way over to the window, her body framed by the soft light from outside. She looked like a goddess, and Ravi couldn’t help but stare. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. She leaned back into him, sighing contentedly as he kissed and nibbled her earlobe.

His hands began to wander, caressing her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart racing as his fingers brushed against her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She turned to face him, her eyes heavy with desire. Without a word, she reached for his belt, freeing his throbbing cock.

Ravi gasped as she took him in her hand, slowly stroking him up and down. He could feel her breath on his neck as she leaned in to kiss him, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his chest, her teeth grazing his nipples.

He moaned as she knelt before him, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked him, her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she wasn’t ready for him to cum yet. She stood up, her body pressed against his.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I want to feel you inside me.”

She led him over to the bed, pushing him down onto his back. She straddled him, her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. She teased him, rubbing her slick folds against his shaft, coating him in her juices. He groaned, reaching up to grab her hips, but she slapped his hands away.

“Patience,” she purred, her eyes locked on his.

She lowered herself onto him, slowly taking him inside her. He gasped as she enveloped him, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He reached up to grab her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her hard nipples.

She leaned back, her hands braced on his thighs as she ground her hips against him. He could feel her getting closer, her moans growing louder and more urgent. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist as he thrust up into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. He groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and sex. She snuggled up against him, her head resting on his chest.

“I knew it would be good between us,” she whispered, a satisfied smile on her face.

He couldn’t help but agree. It had been better than he ever could have imagined.

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