It was a typical day in the office. The hum of fluorescent lights and the clacking of keyboards filled the air. But amidst the sea of cubicles, something was brewing between Neha and Ravi.
Neha, a stunning Indian woman with a pixie haircut, was known for her sharp intellect and sharp wit. She wore a push-up bra that accentuated her ample assets, drawing the attention of her colleagues. Ravi, a handsome man with chiseled features, couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
One day, Ravi found himself alone with Neha in the office. He took a deep breath and approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Neha,” he began, his voice low and husky. “I’ve wanted to tell you something for a long time.”
Neha looked up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Yes?” she prompted.
Ravi took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. “I think you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Neha’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away. But Ravi could see the desire in her eyes. He took another step closer to her, closing the distance between them.
He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. Neha looked up at him, her eyes filled with longing.
Ravi leaned in, capturing Neha’s lips in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his.
Their hands explored each other’s bodies, caressing and teasing. Ravi’s hands found Neha’s breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Neha moaned, her body trembling with desire.
Ravi’s hand traveled down Neha’s body, slipping under her skirt. He found her wet and ready, her pussy slick with desire.
Without a word, Ravi lifted Neha onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between her thighs, his tongue exploring her folds. Neha moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Ravi slipped a finger inside Neha, then two, pumping them in and out of her. Neha’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
Finally, Ravi stood up, his cock hard and ready. He entered Neha, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Ravi’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, until Neha was crying out with pleasure.
With one final thrust, Ravi came, filling Neha with his seed. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined. The office was still around them, but they were in their own world, a world of passion and pleasure.
