In the sweltering heat of New Delhi, a man named Ravi found himself in a state of unending arousal. He had just returned from a long business trip and was eager to unwind. As he entered his home, he was greeted by the sight of his wife, a stunning brunette with perfect breasts and long, flowing hair. She was cooking dinner, her curves accentuated by the traditional Indian attire she wore.
Ravi watched as his wife moved about the kitchen, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. He felt his desire growing, and he knew he had to have her. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
“Not now, Ravi,” she said, gently pushing him away. “I’m cooking dinner.”
But Ravi was not deterred. He began to kiss her neck, trailing his lips down to her earlobe and nibbling gently. He could feel her resistance melting away as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts.
“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Not here.”
He took her hand and led her to their bedroom, closing the door behind them. He began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her perfect breasts, encased in a delicate lace bra. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. His wife moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched her back.
Ravi continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between them and using his fingers to pinch and tease the other nipple. His wife was writhing with pleasure, her moans growing louder.
He then moved his hands down her body, sliding them under her skirt and caressing her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and he knew she was ready for him. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare, wet pussy.
Ravi knelt before his wife, spreading her legs wide and burying his face in her pussy. He began to lick and suck, his tongue exploring every inch of her. His wife was moaning loudly, her hands clutching at the sheets as she ground her hips against his face.
Ravi then stood up and quickly undressed, his hard cock springing free. He positioned himself at his wife’s entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock.
“Please, Ravi,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her hard and deep. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her moans growing louder as she reached her peak.
Ravi continued to fuck her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he drove deeper and deeper. He could feel his own orgasm building, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
With a final thrust, he came, filling his wife’s pussy with his hot seed. She cried out, her pussy milking every last drop from him as she came again.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent. Ravi looked at his wife, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath. He knew he had found his perfect match, and he would never let her go.
From that day on, they made a promise to each other to always make time for each other, to always explore and satisfy their desires. And so, their lovemaking became a regular ritual, a time for them to connect and reaffirm their love for each other. And they lived happily ever after.
