The evening was warm and still, the sun casting long shadows across the lawn as it sank below the horizon. Shyamala, an Indian beauty with thick, black hair and caramel skin, stood at her bedroom window, watching the last of the day’s light fade away. She was nude, her curves and curves on full display, her long, black hair cascading down her back. She was a woman of exquisite beauty, and she knew it.
Across the street, Ravi watched her from his window, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been admiring Shyamala from afar ever since she moved into the neighborhood, but he had never had the courage to speak to her. Tonight, he decided, would be different. Tonight, he would make his move.
Ravi crossed the street, his palms sweating, his heart racing. He knocked on Shyamala’s door, and after what felt like an eternity, she answered. She was even more beautiful up close, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Hi,” Ravi stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Ravi. I live across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”
Shyamala smiled, her full lips curving into a seductive smile. “Hi, Ravi. I’m Shyamala. It’s nice to meet you. Come in.”
Ravi followed Shyamala into her living room, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips. She turned to face him, her dark eyes locked on his. She reached out and touched his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.
“You’re very handsome, Ravi,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I like what I see.”
Ravi’s heart skipped a beat as Shyamala leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his hands exploring her curves. She moaned softly as his lips found hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.
Shyamala pulled away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She took Ravi’s hand and led him to her bedroom, her eyes fixed on his. She pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. She ground her hips against his, her wetness soaking through his pants.
Ravi’s hands roamed Shyamala’s body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned and threw her head back, her long, black hair cascading down her back. Ravi sat up and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Shyamala arched her back, her moans growing louder.
Ravi’s hands found Shyamala’s hips, pulling her closer. He undid his pants and slid them down, his hard cock springing free. Shyamala reached down and took him in her hand, stroking him gently. She positioned herself above him and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, her wetness enveloping him.
Ravi groaned as Shyamala’s pussy wrapped around his cock, her muscles contracting around him. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Ravi reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Shyamala leaned forward, her hands on Ravi’s chest, her breasts inches from his face.
Ravi took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Shyamala moaned, her hips moving faster. Ravi reached down and began to stroke her clit, his fingers circling her sensitive nub. Shyamala’s moans grew louder, her pussy tightening around his cock.
Ravi felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He stroked Shyamala’s clit faster, her moans growing louder. She threw her head back, her long, black hair falling down her back. Ravi felt her pussy contract around his cock as she came, her juices flowing down his shaft.
Ravi couldn’t hold back any longer. He groaned as he came, his hot cum filling Shyamala’s pussy. She collapsed onto him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding as one.
The night was still young, and they had much to explore. But for now, they were content to lie there, their bodies spent, their souls connected. The night was theirs, and they would make the most of it.
