It was a hot summer day in Delhi, and the sweat glistened on Manisha’s* bare brown shoulders as she busied herself in the kitchen. The room was filled with the rich aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling oil. Her hips, full and round, swayed to the rhythm of an old Bollywood tune playing in her head.
Suddenly, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Rohan, a family friend who had come to visit from Mumbai. He was a tall, handsome man with a charming smile and piercing dark eyes.
“Manisha, you look stunning as always,” Rohan said, his eyes taking in her curvaceous figure.
“Thank you, Rohan. I’m just making some lunch,” Manisha replied, trying to hide her blush.
Rohan stepped closer, and Manisha could feel the heat radiating off his body. He leaned in, and before she knew it, his lips were on hers. She responded eagerly, her body melting against his.
Rohan’s hands roamed over Manisha’s body, caressing her curves and making her heart race. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her, and she gasped as he lifted her onto the kitchen counter.
He pulled off her kurta, exposing her full breasts. Rohan bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Manisha was writhing with pleasure.
He then moved his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. Rohan slipped a finger inside her, making her moan with pleasure.
“You’re so wet, Manisha,” Rohan whispered, his voice husky with desire.
He then unzipped his pants and entered her, filling her completely. Manisha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
Rohan’s thrusts were hard and fast, and Manisha met each one with her own, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance.
Manisha could feel herself nearing her peak, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Rohan followed soon after, his release triggering another wave of pleasure in Manisha.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
“That was incredible, Manisha,” Rohan said, his voice filled with wonder.
Manisha smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “Yes, it was,” she replied.
* Manisha is an 18-year-old Indian woman.
