The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush gardens of the Maharaja’s palace, illuminating the curvaceous figure of a woman with raven hair. She stood there, naked and unafraid, her dark eyes reflecting the allure of the night. She was a vision of beauty, a voluptuous Indian babe, her back view showcasing her round, firm buttocks and her thick waist. She was known as Meera, a servant in the palace, but tonight she was to become something more.
A soft rustling of leaves caught her attention, and she turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. He was a man, tall and muscular, his chiseled abs and chest glistening with sweat. His eyes were dark and hungry, and Meera knew in that instant that he desired her just as much as she desired him. He approached her, his footsteps silent against the grass, and Meera felt her heart race with anticipation.
He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, and Meera shivered with delight. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. Meera responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his muscular chest, feeling the strength and power that lay beneath.
Their kiss deepened, and Meera felt her body responding to his touch. She could feel the heat building between them, the desire that threatened to consume them both. His hands moved down, cupping her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Meera moaned softly, her hips pressing against him, feeling the evidence of his desire for her.
He broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. Meera gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.
He obliged, his hands roaming over her body, caressing and teasing her. Meera felt her body trembling with desire, her pussy wet and aching for him. He moved his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, and Meera cried out with pleasure as he began to rub her. She was on the brink of an orgasm, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
But he had other plans. He pulled his fingers away, and Meera whimpered with disappointment. But he was not done with her yet. He knelt before her, his eyes meeting hers, and Meera knew what he wanted. She spread her legs wider, giving him access to her wet and willing pussy.
He did not disappoint. His tongue darted out, licking her clit, and Meera cried out with pleasure. He licked and sucked her, his fingers finding her entrance and sliding inside her. Meera felt herself falling, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice echoing in the night, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
But he was not done with her yet. He stood, his cock hard and ready, and Meera knew what she wanted. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he entered her, his cock sliding deep inside her. Meera moaned with pleasure, her body moving in time with his, their hips grinding together as they moved towards their release.
He thrust deeper, harder, and Meera felt herself on the brink again. She screamed his name, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, as he found his own release, his seed spilling deep inside her.
They collapsed together, their bodies spent and sated, their hearts beating as one. The night had been kind to them, and they had found pleasure in each other’s arms. And as the dawn approached, they knew that they would have to return to their lives, but for now, they were content to stay in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
