In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. Shanta, a stunning Indian woman with jet black hair and a voluptuous figure, stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the lamps. Her long hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her bare skin.
Ravi, a young man with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes, entered the room. He had been yearning for this moment all evening, ever since he had laid eyes on Shanta at the party. He closed the door behind him, his heart pounding in his chest.
Shanta turned around, her dark eyes meeting Ravi’s. She smiled seductively, running her fingers through her hair. Ravi couldn’t believe his luck. He had always had a thing for curvy Indian women, and Shanta was the epitome of his desires.
Without uttering a word, Shanta approached Ravi. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. Ravi’s hands wandered down Shanta’s body, cupping her ample breasts. Shanta moaned softly, pressing herself against him.
Ravi’s fingers found their way to Shanta’s nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Shanta’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure. Ravi trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. Shanta’s breathing grew ragged, her body trembling with desire.
Ravi’s hands continued to explore Shanta’s body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive spots. Shanta’s hands were not idle either, running down Ravi’s chest and abdomen, reaching for his belt. She unbuckled it, pulling his pants down.
Ravi’s cock sprang free, hard and eager. Shanta wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently. Ravi groaned, his hips thrusting forward. Shanta sank to her knees, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock.
She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Ravi’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. Shanta’s moans vibrated around his cock, sending shivers down his spine.
Ravi couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled Shanta to her feet, pushing her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. Shanta spread her legs, welcoming him in.
Ravi thrust into her, filling her completely. Shanta’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into his back. Ravi set a steady rhythm, pounding into her again and again.
Shanta’s pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building. Ravi’s thrusts grew more urgent, his own release close. Shanta cried out as she came, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
Ravi followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined.
Their passion sated, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still intertwined. The soft glow of the lamps casting a warm glow over their entwined forms.
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In the morning, Ravi woke up to find Shanta still asleep in his arms. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. He had always had a thing for curvy Indian women, and Shanta was the epitome of his desires. He knew that this was the start of something special.
