It was a hot summer evening in Mumbai, and the air was thick with humidity. Shanta, a stunning Indian woman with long, black hair, was taking a relaxing bath after a long day at work. She let the warm water wash over her body, feeling the tension melt away.
As she stepped out of the tub, she couldn’t help but admire her own reflection in the mirror. Her dark skin was glowing, and her curves were more pronounced than ever. She knew she was a desirable woman, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of being desired by someone else.
Shanta dried off and slipped into a silk robe, making her way to the living room. She poured herself a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, letting her mind wander. She thought of Ravi, the man she had been seeing for the past few weeks. He was a handsome, successful businessman, and Shanta couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him.
Just as she was about to pour herself another glass of wine, there was a knock at the door. Shanta’s heart skipped a beat as she realized it was Ravi. She took a deep breath and opened the door, inviting him in with a sultry smile.
Ravi’s eyes raked over Shanta’s body, taking in the sight of her in the silk robe. He could see the outline of her curves, and he felt his desire for her grow.
“Shanta,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “You look incredible.”
Shanta blushed, feeling a surge of arousal at his words. She stepped closer to him, their bodies almost touching.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
Ravi didn’t need any more encouragement. He wrapped his arms around Shanta, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Their hands began to wander, caressing each other’s bodies. Ravi slipped Shanta’s robe off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts. He bent his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. Shanta moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.
Ravi’s fingers found their way to Shanta’s wet pussy, stroking her clit gently. She moaned again, her hips grinding against his hand.
“Fuck me, Ravi,” she begged, her voice trembling with desire.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted Shanta onto the coffee table, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his cock hard and ready.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. Shanta wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
They began to move together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Ravi’s cock hit all the right spots, and Shanta couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
“Yes, Ravi, harder,” she begged, her voice filled with desire.
Ravi obliged, thrusting into her harder and faster. Shanta’s moans grew louder, filling the room.
Suddenly, Shanta felt herself on the brink of orgasm. She grabbed onto Ravi’s shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she came hard.
Ravi wasn’t far behind. He groaned, his cock twitching as he came inside Shanta.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat.
“That was incredible,” Shanta said, her voice still trembling with pleasure.
Ravi nodded, his eyes filled with desire.
“I want you again,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
Shanta smiled, feeling her desire grow once again.
“I’m all yours,” she said, her voice filled with promise.
