It was a humid summer night in New Delhi, and the air was thick with anticipation. Sharmila, a young woman with dark, caramel-colored skin and almond-shaped eyes, lay in her bed, her heart pounding with excitement. She had been thinking about him all day – Rajat, her handsome neighbor with skin as dark as the night sky.
Rajat was a tall, muscular man with piercing dark eyes and a confident air about him. Sharmila had been attracted to him from the moment they met, but she had never mustered the courage to tell him how she felt. Until now.
She had decided to take a risk and invite him over for a drink. She had spent hours preparing for his arrival, making sure that everything was perfect. She had lit candles and incense, and put on her favorite music. She was wearing her most alluring outfit – a flowing silk sari that accentuated her curves and made her look like a goddess.
When Rajat arrived, Sharmila could feel the tension between them. They exchanged small talk, but their eyes kept meeting, and they both knew what was on each other’s minds. Finally, Sharmila couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned in and kissed him, and he responded with a passion that took her breath away.
Their lips met hungrily, and their tongues danced together in a sensual dance. Sharmila could feel her heart racing as she ran her hands through Rajat’s hair, pulling him closer. She could feel his hands on her waist, and then they were moving up, cupping her breasts, and she moaned with pleasure.
Rajat’s touch was electric, and Sharmila could feel herself getting wetter by the second. She pulled him towards the bed, and they fell onto it, their bodies entwined. Rajat started kissing her neck, and she arched her back with pleasure. He moved down to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
Sharmila could feel herself getting close to orgasm already, but she wanted more. She pushed Rajat onto his back and straddled him, grinding her hips against his hard cock. She could feel how big he was, and she wanted him inside her.
But she wanted to tease him first. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Do you want me, Rajat?”
“Yes, Sharmila, I want you so bad,” he growled, grabbing her hips and trying to pull her down onto his cock.
But Sharmila wasn’t ready yet. She moved down his body, kissing and licking his chest and abs, making her way down to his cock. She took it in her hand and started stroking it, feeling it grow harder and harder.
Then she leaned down and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Rajat let out a low moan, and Sharmila could feel him getting close. She wanted to make him cum, but she also wanted him inside her.
She moved back up his body and straddled him again, guiding his cock inside her. They both let out a low moan as he entered her, and Sharmila started riding him, grinding her hips against his.
Rajat’s hands were on her hips, guiding her, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She leaned down and kissed him, and he reached up and started playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them.
Sharmila could feel herself about to cum, and she rode Rajat harder and harder, moaning with pleasure. Finally, she came, her orgasm rippling through her body, and Rajat followed soon after, groaning with pleasure as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, before Sharmila rolled off him and lay down beside him. They didn’t say anything, just smiled at each other in the dim light of the candles.
It had been a night to remember, and Sharmila knew that this was just the beginning. She and Rajat had a lot of exploring to do, and she couldn’t wait to see where their passion would take them.
