In the heart of New Delhi, a city pulsing with life, a man named Ravi found himself entranced by a woman with raven black hair. She was a mysterious stranger, her eyes shrouded by dark sunglasses, but her long, flowing hair captivated him. They met in a bustling market, their eyes locked, and a connection sparked between them.
Over chai and warm samosas, they shared stories, their laughter mingling with the cacophony of the market. Hours passed, and as the sun began to set, Ravi dared to ask her, “Would you like to come back to my place?”
She smiled, her lips curling seductively. “I thought you’d never ask.”
In the privacy of his home, the air grew thick with tension. She traced her fingers along the stubble of his cheek, her touch electrifying. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer, deeper into the kiss.
Ravi’s hands wandered, caressing her body, feeling her curves beneath her clothes. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. Her hands worked deftly, undoing his shirt, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest.
She pushed him back onto the bed, her body hovering over his. Her lips found his again, her kisses hungry and demanding. She trailed her lips down his body, her hair cascading around them like a dark curtain. Her mouth found his cock, her lips wrapping around him. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down.
Ravi’s breath hitched as she took him deeper, her moans vibrating against his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm. He could feel his climax building, his hips bucking upward. With a final thrust, he came, cum spilling from her lips, a satisfied smile on her face.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, their bodies glistening with sweat. Their breaths synced, their hearts beating as one. As the night grew darker, they found solace in each other’s arms, their whispers carried away by the wind.
