It was a hot summer evening in New Delhi, and the scent of spices filled the air. Ravi, a young man with chiseled abs and a charming smile, was in the kitchen preparing a traditional Indian meal for his guest, Mira, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, dark hair and curves in all the right places.
Mira walked into the kitchen, wearing a red saree that accentuated her perfect body. “Mmm, something smells delicious,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ravi turned to face her, his heart racing. “I’m glad you like it,” he replied, his voice low and seductive. He took a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching.
Mira looked up at him, her lips slightly parted. “I’m not just talking about the food,” she whispered, her hand reaching up to touch his chest.
Ravi’s breath hitched as he felt her touch. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Mira responded eagerly, her body pressing against his.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. Ravi’s hands wandered down to Mira’s hips, pulling her closer.
Mira let out a soft moan as she felt his hard length against her. She reached down, stroking him through his pants.
Ravi broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Not here,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Mira shook her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. “No, I want you here. Now.”
Ravi hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He lifted Mira onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide.
He knelt down, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pulled down her red saree, revealing her smooth, brown skin. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her inner thigh.
Mira let out a soft moan as she felt his tongue on her skin. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Ravi’s tongue found her clit, swirling around it in slow circles. Mira’s moans grew louder as he increased the pressure, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Ravi slid a finger inside her, feeling her wet heat around him. He added a second finger, stretching her wide.
Mira’s breathing grew ragged as she felt him inside her. She tightened her legs around his head, urging him deeper.
Ravi could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He quickened his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit.
Mira cried out as she came, her juices flowing over his fingers. Ravi stood up, his cock straining against his pants.
Mira reached down, undoing his pants and freeing his hard length. She stroked him slowly, her eyes locked on his.
Ravi let out a low groan as he felt her hand on him. He reached down, lifting her off the counter and setting her on her feet.
He turned her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. He positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding inside her with one smooth thrust.
Mira let out a loud moan as she felt him fill her. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper.
Ravi grabbed her hips, thrusting into her harder and faster. Mira’s moans grew louder, filling the kitchen.
Ravi could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He reached around, stroking Mira’s clit as he thrust into her.
Mira cried out as she came again, her muscles clenching around his cock. Ravi’s orgasm followed, his cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, their breathing coming in ragged gasps. Ravi looked up at Mira, a satisfied smile on his face.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Mira smiled back at him, her eyes shining. “Yes, it was.”
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined. Then Ravi stood up, offering Mira his hand.
“Let’s finish making dinner,” he said, his voice back to normal.
Mira took his hand, standing up. “Yes, let’s,” she replied, a playful smile on her lips.
They finished preparing the meal, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They sat down to eat, their eyes locked on each other as they took their first bites.
It was a night they would never forget.
