In the bustling city of New Delhi, there lived a devout young man named Ravi, known for his piety and traditional values. He had been courting a beautiful young woman named Preeti, who was equally devoted to her faith and cultural heritage. Despite their mutual attraction, both Ravi and Preeti were committed to observing the customs and values of their upbringing, ensuring that their relationship remained chaste and pure.
One evening, as dusk fell and the aroma of incense filled the air, Ravi found himself alone with Preeti in her family’s home. Her parents had retired to their chambers, leaving the young couple to share an intimate moment in the dimly lit drawing room. The tension between them was palpable, as their eyes met and held, their hearts racing with anticipation.
Ravi, emboldened by the moment, leaned in to capture Preeti’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands explored her delicate frame, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her sari. Preeti responded with equal fervor, her body melting into his embrace as their tongues danced together in a passionate duel.
The kiss deepened, and Ravi’s hands began to wander, tracing a path from Preeti’s slender waist to the swell of her breasts. He gently cupped them, feeling her nipples harden beneath the silky material. Preeti gasped, her fingers tangling in Ravi’s hair as she pulled him closer, their lips never parting.
Ravi, eager to explore further, began to unravel the ties of Preeti’s sari, revealing her bare, creamy skin. His lips found her neck, planting soft, wet kisses along the column of her throat. Preeti’s head fell back, exposing more of her delicate flesh to Ravi’s eager mouth. He nibbled and sucked, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake.
Preeti’s breathing grew ragged as Ravi’s lips continued their descent, reaching the swell of her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. Preeti’s back arched, her body begging for more. Ravi obliged, lavishing attention on both her nipples, his fingers teasing the other breast in a tantalizing rhythm.
Preeti’s hands, meanwhile, had found their way to Ravi’s trousers, her fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them. She reached inside, freeing his swollen cock from its confines. Ravi groaned as Preeti’s cool hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers exploring every inch of him.
Preeti, eager to taste him, sank to her knees before Ravi. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire as she leaned in to take him into her mouth. Ravi’s breath hitched as Preeti’s lips closed around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each stroke.
Ravi’s hands found Preeti’s hair, guiding her movements as she sucked and licked his cock. He could feel the orgasm building in his balls, the sensation threatening to overwhelm him. Preeti, sensing his impending release, quickened her pace, her fingers teasing his balls as her mouth worked its magic.
With a final thrust, Ravi came, his hot cum filling Preeti’s mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her fingers still teasing his sensitive cock. Ravi, spent and satisfied, helped Preeti to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace.
As they stood there, their bodies entwined, Ravi whispered into Preeti’s ear, “I will always cherish and respect you, my love. This is but a taste of the passion we will share, when the time is right.”
Preeti smiled, her heart swelling with love for Ravi. She knew that their love was pure and true, and that they would wait for the right moment to consummate their union. But for now, they would savor these intimate moments, their desire for each other growing stronger with each passing day.
