In the stillness of a moonlit lake, a raven-haired beauty sat at the water’s edge. Her sari, a deep shade of midnight blue, clung to her figure, revealing the slightest hint of her cleavage. She watched as the water lapped gently at her feet, her dark eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and desire.
Not far from her, a young Indian man named Ravi sat, his eyes glued to the captivating woman before him. His heart raced, his thoughts consumed by the curve of her breasts and the allure of her mysterious gaze. Unable to resist, he approached her, his body tense with anticipation.
As he neared, the woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of Ravi’s chest, sending shivers down his spine. With a flick of her wrist, she undid the top button of his shirt, her eyes never leaving his.
“You’re beautiful,” Ravi stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The woman laughed, her voice like a melody. “And you’re bashful,” she replied, her fingers continuing their journey down his chest. “But that’s alright. I like that in a man.”
With a swift movement, she pulled Ravi towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with his, her hands exploring his body. Ravi’s hands found their way to her sari, tugging at the fabric, revealing more of her cleavage.
The woman broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. “Not here,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of Ravi’s erection. “Follow me.”
She led him to a nearby cabin, her hips swaying with each step. Inside, she pushed Ravi onto the bed, her eyes filled with a primal hunger. She climbed on top of him, her sari falling away, revealing her bare breasts and the dark curls of her pubic hair.
Ravi’s hands found her hips, pulling her closer. She ground against him, her wetness soaking through his pants. With a growl, he flipped her over, his lips finding her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling.
The woman moaned, her hands tangled in his hair. “Yes, yes,” she breathed, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Ravi undid his pants, his cock springing free. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers. With a thrust, he entered her, their bodies becoming one.
They moved together, their moans filling the room. Ravi’s fingers found her clit, circling and pinching. The woman cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. Ravi followed, his seed filling her.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, the woman traced Ravi’s jawline with her finger. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “And I always get what I want.”
