In the stillness of a moonlit night, a figure could be seen making their way towards the serene lake. The figure was Shekar, a man of Indian descent, with darker skin that glistened under the soft glow of the moon. He was partially undressed, his chiseled chest and abs on display, beckoning the cool lake water to kiss his skin.
Shekar had been eyeing the lake for weeks, but something had always stopped him from taking a dip. That was until he met Priya, a woman of similar descent, who shared his love for the outdoors. They had met by chance, but their connection was immediate and undeniable.
On this particular night, Priya had suggested they visit the lake, and Shekar couldn’t resist. He had been thinking about her all day, imagining the things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to touch her, taste her, and make her his. He wanted to make her scream his name as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
As they reached the lake, Priya turned to face Shekar. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight, and Shekar could see the desire in them. He took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them. He reached out, gently caressing her cheek, and leaned in to kiss her.
Their lips met, and a spark ignited between them. Their kiss was passionate, filled with yearning and need. Shekar’s hands roamed her body, feeling her curves and the heat emanating from her skin.
Priya responded, her hands reaching for Shekar’s belt buckle. She undid it, her fingers brushing against his growing arousal. Shekar groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.
They broke their kiss, both breathless. Priya’s lips trailed down Shekar’s neck, nibbling and licking his skin. Shekar’s head fell back, his eyes closed, as he savored the sensation.
Priya’s hands continued to explore Shekar’s body, her fingers tracing the outline of his abs. Shekar’s hands were busy too, caressing Priya’s breasts, pinching her nipples.
Priya’s hand wrapped around Shekar’s cock, stroking it up and down. Shekar hissed, his hips bucking into her hand. He wanted more, he needed more.
He pushed Priya against a tree, his hands roaming her body. He pulled her lehenga up, exposing her bare thighs. He reached for her panties, tearing them off.
Priya’s legs wrapped around Shekar’s waist, pulling him closer. Shekar’s cock pressed against her entrance, and he thrust into her, filling her completely.
They both moaned, their bodies moving in rhythm. Shekar’s hands gripped Priya’s hips, pulling her closer, deeper. Priya’s nails dug into Shekar’s shoulders, her moans growing louder.
Their lovemaking was primal, raw, and passionate. Shekar’s thrusts grew harder, faster, and Priya met him with every thrust, her moans growing louder.
They both reached their climax, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Shekar collapsed against Priya, both of them breathless.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to the sound of their heavy breathing and the gentle lapping of the lake water against the shore.
They had made love by the lake, under the moonlight, and it was a moment they would never forget. It was a sacred union, a moment of pure bliss, and one that they would cherish forever.
