In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window and the setting sun. She was nude, her curves and rolls on display, her thick body a testament to the beauty of her Indian heritage. Her black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against her round, firm ass. This Indian babe was a goddess, and she knew it.
Sumitra, for that was her name, had been waiting for this moment all day. She had felt the stirrings of desire in her belly as she went about her day, and she knew that only one thing would satisfy her: the touch of a man’s hands on her body. And so, she had sent her servant to find her a lover for the night, and now he stood before her, his eyes wide with desire and lust.
Sumitra turned to face him, her full breasts bouncing as she moved. She smiled, her full lips curling up in a seductive grin. “You’re late,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
The man stammered an apology, but Sumitra waved it away. “Never mind that,” she said, stepping closer to him. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
The man did not need any further encouragement. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Sumitra’s thick waist and pulling her close. She moaned as she felt his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she ground her hips against him, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. Sumitra reached up, running her fingers through the man’s hair as he nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned, her body trembling with desire.
The man’s hands roamed over Sumitra’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as he teased her sensitive flesh. His fingers trailed down her stomach, and she shivered as he brushed against her wet pussy.
Sumitra broke the kiss, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need to feel you inside me.”
The man did not need to be asked twice. He lifted Sumitra up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide as he knelt between them.
Sumitra watched as the man leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lick her wet pussy. She moaned, her body trembling as he lapped at her clit. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped as he curled it up, rubbing against her G-spot.
The man’s mouth worked magic on Sumitra’s pussy, his tongue and lips bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer. “Yes, yes, don’t stop,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper.
But the man did not stop. He continued to lick and suck on Sumitra’s clit, his fingers fucking her hard and fast. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her juices flowing freely.
The man stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at Sumitra’s entrance, and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. “Fuck me,” she said again, her voice a desperate plea.
The man thrust into Sumitra, filling her to the brim. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt him inside her. He began to fuck her, hard and fast, his hips slapping against hers.
Sumitra’s tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and aching. She reached up, pinching and twisting them as the man fucked her. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt another orgasm building inside her.
The man’s thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Sumitra felt his cock twitch inside her, and she knew he was close. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
With a final thrust, the man came, his hot cum filling Sumitra’s pussy. She moaned, her body shaking as she felt him inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined. Sumitra ran her fingers through the man’s hair, her mind already thinking about the next time they would be together. She knew that she would never get enough of him, of the way he made her feel.
But for now, she was content. She had satisfied her desire, and she knew that she would sleep well tonight. The man beside her was already snoring softly, his body spent and satisfied. Sumitra smiled, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep, already dreaming of their next encounter.
