In the heart of India, there lived a woman of unparalleled beauty. Her name was Nalini, a woman of 25 summers, with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, framing her exquisite face. Her skin was the color of caramel, glowing with the inner radiance of health and vitality. But it was her breasts that truly set her apart – perfect globes of flesh, round and firm, with dark nipples that beaded with desire at the slightest touch.
Nalini was a woman who knew her own power. She had long ago learned to use her beauty to get what she wanted, and she wanted Raj, the handsome young farmer who worked the fields nearby. Raj was a man of humble origins, but he had a strong body and a kind heart, and Nalini had set her sights on him.
One day, as Raj worked in the fields, Nalini approached him, her hips swaying provocatively as she walked. She wore a sari of the palest pink, which did nothing to hide her perfect body. Raj felt his heart race as she drew near, and he could not help but stare at her breasts, which threatened to spill out of her low-cut blouse.
“Raj,” Nalini said, her voice like honey. “I have been thinking about you.”
Raj swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “I have been thinking about you too, Nalini,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
Nalini smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made Raj’s heart race even faster. “I thought you might have,” she said. “That is why I have come to you today.”
She reached out, tracing a finger down Raj’s chest. He shivered at her touch, his body responding instantly to her nearness.
“I want you, Raj,” Nalini said, her voice low and husky. “I want you to take me, here and now.”
Raj did not need to be asked twice. He pulled Nalini to him, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body.
Raj’s hands were not idle either. He reached up, cupping Nalini’s breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and firmness. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed them, her nipples hardening into tiny peaks.
Nalini broke the kiss, looking up at Raj with desire-filled eyes. “Take me,” she whispered. “Take me now.”
Raj did not need any further encouragement. He pulled Nalini’s sari aside, revealing her perfect body. She was not wearing any underwear, and he could see the wetness glistening on her pussy lips.
He knelt down, burying his face in her pussy. She tasted sweet and musky, and he could not get enough of her. He licked and sucked at her clit, feeling it swell and harden under his tongue.
Nalini moaned, her hands going to the back of Raj’s head, holding him in place as he devoured her. She was close, so close, and she knew it would not take much to send her over the edge.
Raj sensed her nearness and redoubled his efforts. He slid a finger inside her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. She was so tight, so hot, and he could not wait to be inside her.
But first, he wanted to make her cum. He curled his finger, finding that spot inside her that he knew would drive her wild. He rubbed it, hard and fast, as he sucked on her clit.
Nalini cried out, her body shaking as she came. Raj felt her pussy contract around his finger, pulling him deeper inside her. He continued to lick and suck at her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she begged him to stop.
Raj stood up, his cock hard and aching. He positioned himself at Nalini’s entrance, looking into her eyes as he pushed inside her.
She was tight, so tight, and he had to take it slow at first, allowing her to adjust to his size. But once she was ready, he began to fuck her in earnest, his hips pistoning “`less
