In the heart of India, where the holy Ganges river flows, there lived a woman of unparalleled beauty. Her name was Devaki, a 25-year-old brunette with a body that was the epitome of perfection. Her flawless caramel skin covered a toned physique that was the result of years of dancing under the Indian sun. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief and allure. But what truly set Devaki apart were her perfect breasts, full and firm, with dark nipples that begged to be touched and teased.
Devaki’s husband, Ravi, was a merchant who traveled frequently for work. While he was away, Devaki would often find herself longing for his touch, his love, and his body. But she knew that she had to remain faithful, no matter how strong her desires were.
One day, while Ravi was away on a business trip, Devaki decided to take a bath in the Ganges to cleanse herself of her desires. As she stepped into the river, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She closed her eyes and let the cool water wash over her, imagining that it was Ravi’s hands exploring her body.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She opened her eyes and saw a handsome stranger standing behind her. His chiseled chest and abs were glistening in the sun, and his dark eyes were filled with desire.
“Who are you?” Devaki asked, trying to conceal her excitement.
“I am Aryan, a traveler who has been captivated by your beauty,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive.
Devaki hesitated for a moment, but she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards Aryan. She turned around to face him, and their eyes locked. Without a word, Aryan leaned in and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passion that Devaki had never experienced before.
As they kissed, Aryan’s hands began to wander over Devaki’s body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Devaki moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch.
Aryan then led Devaki to the riverbank, where they lay down on a blanket of soft grass. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver with pleasure. Devaki ran her fingers through Aryan’s hair, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.
Aryan then moved down to Devaki’s breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Devaki arched her back, moaning with pleasure as Aryan switched to the other breast. His hands continued to explore her body, caressing her thighs and making her wet with desire.
Devaki couldn’t take it any longer. She reached down and wrapped her hand around Aryan’s cock, feeling it throb with desire. Aryan moaned with pleasure as Devaki began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft with a practiced ease.
Aryan then positioned himself between Devaki’s legs, his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. Devaki looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Aryan didn’t need any further encouragement. He thrust into her, filling her up with his cock. Devaki moaned with pleasure, her pussy gripping him tightly. Aryan began to move, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.
Devaki wrapped her legs around Aryan’s waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She moaned with pleasure as Aryan’s cock hit her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Aryan then leaned down and whispered in Devaki’s ear.
“I want to take you from behind,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.
Devaki nodded, and Aryan pulled out of her. He then positioned himself behind Devaki, his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy.
Aryan thrust into her again, filling her up with his cock. Devaki moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch. Aryan began to move, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.
Devaki reached down and began to play with her clit, her fingers moving in
circles as Aryan’s cock filled her up. She moaned with pleasure, her orgasm building inside of her.
Aryan then reached around and began to tease Devaki’s nipples, his fingers pinching and pulling them as he thrust deeper and harder. Devaki moaned with pleasure, her orgasm building inside of her.
With one final thrust, Aryan sent Devaki over the edge. She moaned with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy gripping Aryan’s cock tightly. Aryan then thrust a few more times before he too came, filling Devaki up with his warm cum.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Devaki knew that she had made a mistake. She had betrayed her husband, and she felt guilty. But she couldn’t deny the pleasure that Aryan had given her, and she knew that she would never forget it.
From that day on, Devaki made sure to remain faithful to her husband, no matter how strong her desires were. But she couldn’t help but remember the pleasure that Aryan had given her, and she knew that she would always long for more.
