In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick black hair stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun seeping through the window. The air was thick with anticipation as she ran her fingers through her long, dark locks, a subtle invitation for the man who had been pursuing her.
His name was Ravi, a suave and charming Indian man with a muscular build and piercing eyes. He had spent weeks courting the woman, showering her with gifts and affection, trying to break through her defenses. And now, as he closed the door behind him, he knew that he had finally succeeded.
Ravi approached the woman slowly, taking in the sight of her bare skin, the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her back. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
The woman turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. “And you are persistent,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
Ravi took a step closer, their bodies barely touching. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.
As they kissed, Ravi’s hands began to explore the woman’s body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her thighs. She moaned softly, surrendering herself to the sensation of his touch.
Ravi’s fingers found their way to her wetness, teasing and circling her clit. The woman’s knees buckled, but Ravi held her steady, his other arm wrapped around her waist.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
The woman nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.
Ravi guided her to the bed, laying her down gently. He kneeled between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned down and began to lick her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. The woman cried out in pleasure, her fingers threading through his hair.
Ravi’s fingers joined in, fucking her pussy as his tongue circled her clit. The woman’s legs shook, her back arching off the bed as she came hard.
Ravi didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic on her pussy. The woman came again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last.
Finally, Ravi stood up and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her before slowly pushing himself inside.
The woman gasped as he filled her, her nails digging into his back.
Ravi began to fuck her slowly, their bodies moving in rhythm. He leaned down and whispered dirty words into her ear, driving her wild with desire.
Their pace quickened, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The woman screamed out in pleasure as she came again, her pussy tightening around Ravi’s cock.
Ravi couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm crashing over him as he filled her pussy with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined.
“I knew it would be good with you,” the woman whispered, her head resting on Ravi’s chest.
Ravi smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “I told you I would make you feel good,” he replied, his voice filled with satisfaction.
As the sun set and the room grew dark, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and their hearts full.
