It was a warm summer evening, and I found myself walking down the bustling streets of downtown New York City. My eyes were drawn to a woman walking a few feet ahead of me. She was a stunning Indian goddess, with thick curves and long, black hair that flowed down her back. I couldn’t help but stare as she moved with grace and confidence, her hips swaying seductively with every step she took.
As I continued to follow her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was aware of my presence. I quickened my pace, closing the distance between us, and finally mustered up the courage to speak to her.
“Excuse me, miss,” I said, trying to sound as smooth as possible. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. Would you like to grab a drink with me?”
To my surprise, she turned around and smiled at me. “I’d love to,” she said, her voice as smooth and sultry as I had imagined.
We found a quiet little bar and settled into a cozy corner booth. As we sipped our drinks and made small talk, I couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction to this woman. She was smart, funny, and had a confidence that I found incredibly sexy.
Before I knew it, our conversation had turned to more intimate topics. We spoke about our desires, our fantasies, and our past experiences. And as we did, I could feel the tension between us growing.
Finally, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I want you. Right now.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. We quickly paid our tab and made our way back to my apartment, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we walked.
Once we were inside, she pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me passionately. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue explored my mouth with a hunger that matched my own.
As we kissed, she reached down and began to stroke my cock through my pants. I moaned with pleasure, my hands wandering to her full, round ass. I squeezed and kneaded her flesh, feeling her body respond to my touch.
She broke our kiss and pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. “Take me to your bedroom,” she commanded.
I obeyed, leading her to my room and pushing her down onto the bed. She lay there, her body spread out before me like a feast. I couldn’t help but stare at her thick curves, her dark skin glowing in the dim light of the room.
I started by kissing her neck, my lips and tongue exploring her soft, sensitive skin. She moaned and arched her back, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair.
I moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking and biting gently. She cried out with pleasure, her body writhing beneath me.
Finally, I moved down to her pussy. I spread her legs wide and began to lick and suck her clit, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet, tight hole. She moaned and begged for more, her hips bucking wildly as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
When she finally came, it was with a scream of pure pleasure. Her body shook and convulsed, her juices flowing freely onto my face.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs, my cock throbbing with need.
“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I slid into her wet, tight pussy, my cock filling her up completely. She moaned and cried out as I began to thrust, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
We fucked like animals, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. She begged for more, her nails digging into my back as I pounded her harder and harder.
Finally, I felt myself approaching the edge. I pulled out and stroked my cock, my cum spurting out and landing on her stomach and breasts. She smiled and reached up, scooping up my cum and licking it off her fingers.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies tangled together in a post-coital embrace. It had been a night of passion and pleasure, one that I would never forget.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful and sensual journey with this stunning Indian goddess.
