Uma, an Indian woman in her late twenties with thick black hair, was known for her stunning figure and captivating beauty. She had an air of mystery and allure that made her irresistible to those around her. One day, she found herself alone in her apartment, the perfect opportunity to indulge in some self-pleasure.
She began by dimming the lights and lighting a few candles, setting the mood for the evening. Slowly, she undressed, letting her saree fall to the floor, revealing her curvaceous body. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, letting it cascade down her back.
As she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but think about the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was tall, with piercing eyes and a charming smile. She could feel the tension between them as they exchanged glances, and she knew that she wanted him.
She lay down on her bed, her mind still on the stranger from the market. She closed her eyes and pictured him there with her. She imagined his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She began to touch herself, starting with soft strokes on her inner thighs.
She moaned softly as she caressed herself, her fingers tracing circles on her skin. She moved higher, closer to her pussy, which was already wet with anticipation. She dipped a finger inside, feeling the warmth and wetness of her own body.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. She opened her eyes and saw a figure in the doorway. It was him. The man from the market. She gasped, but he didn’t move. Instead, he watched her, his eyes dark with desire.
She didn’t know what to do. She was exposed, vulnerable. But she couldn’t deny the heat that was building inside her. She continued to touch herself, her fingers moving faster, her moans getting louder.
He stepped closer, and she could see the outline of his hard cock through his pants. She licked her lips, wanting him. He reached out and touched her, his hand on her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple.
She cried out, arching her back. He took it as an invitation and climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his lips on her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. Her body spoke for her, writhing and moaning beneath him. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted sweet, like honey.
He moved down, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He reached her pussy, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He licked her, his tongue flicking her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking.
He continued to lick and kiss her, his fingers joining in. She was moaning louder now, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her orgasm building inside her.
Suddenly, he stopped. She opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion. He smiled, his eyes dark and full of desire.
“Not yet,” he said.
He climbed back up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. She could feel his hard cock, hot and ready. He teased her, rubbing it against her pussy, making her squirm.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
He didn’t make her wait any longer. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster.
She met his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She could feel her orgasm building again, higher and higher.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
He continued to thrust, harder and faster. She could feel herself on the brink, ready to explode. And then, she did. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
He followed her, his own orgasm taking over. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. Then, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky.
She didn’t respond. She was still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
He got up and started to dress. She watched him, her mind still hazy with pleasure.
“I’ll see you around,” he said, before disappearing out the door.
She lay there for a moment, her mind still reeling. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. But she knew one thing for sure – she wanted more.
