In the dimly lit club, a woman with darker skin and generous hips moved to the rhythm of the pulsating music. She went by the name Rani, which meant “queen” in her native tongue. Her body was adorned with vibrant henna tattoos, and her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure.
One night, a businessman named Rajat found himself entranced by Rani’s hypnotic dance. He was a man of refined tastes, and he found her exotic beauty irresistible. After the show, he approached her with an invitation to his nearby hotel room, and she accepted.
Once in the room, Rani’s true sensuality was unleashed. She began by unbuttoning Rajat’s shirt, her lips tracing a path down his chest. Her dark eyes looked up at him with a mischievous glint as she worked her way down to his trousers. She slipped off his belt and pulled down his pants, exposing his hardening cock.
Rani wrapped her fingers around Rajat’s shaft, slowly stroking him. Her soft, full lips parted, and she took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his tip, eliciting a low moan from Rajat. She took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him. Rajat’s hands found their way to her hair, guiding her rhythm.
“Oh, Rani,” Rajat groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. “Yes, just like that.”
Rani’s free hand caressed Rajat’s balls, rolling them gently in her fingers. She could feel him tensing up, his moans growing louder. She sucked harder, her tongue working overtime to bring him to the edge.
With a loud groan, Rajat came. Rani swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she did. She licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“You like?” she asked, her voice sultry and low.
Rajat could only nod, still reeling from the intense pleasure she had given him. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long, passionate night.
