A Tropical Night with a Thick Indian Babe

It was a humid night in Goa, and the air was thick with the scent of the sea. Sita, a stunning Indian woman with jet-black hair and curves that could make a man’s knees weak, was lounging on the balcony of her beachfront villa. She was nude, her bronzed skin glistening in the moonlight.

Sita’s mind was wandering to the man she had met earlier that day, a handsome and mysterious stranger who had caught her eye at the local market. They had exchanged flirtatious glances, and Sita had felt a stirring in her loins that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had invited him to join her for dinner, and he had accepted.

As she waited for him to arrive, Sita’s fingers found their way to her pussy. She began to gently stroke herself, her moans mingling with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. She was lost in pleasure when she heard the gate open.

The stranger stepped onto the balcony, his eyes immediately finding Sita’s. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and piercing eyes. Sita’s heart raced as he approached her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I’m glad you could make it,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

He didn’t say a word, instead he leaned down and captured her lips with his. Their tongues danced together as he ran his hands over her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Sita broke the kiss, her eyes filled with desire. “Take me,” she whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down to her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently.

Sita moaned, her fingers finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She was writhing in pleasure, her pussy wet and ready for him.

He moved down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a wet trail down to her pussy. He spread her legs wide, his eyes taking in the sight of her pink folds. He leaned down and began to lick her, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

Sita moaned, her hips bucking as he fucked her with his tongue. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Please, I need you inside me,” she begged.

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