In the heart of the bustling city of Mumbai, there lived an Indian woman named Nalini. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with a perfect body that could make any man’s heart race. Her skin was a rich shade of brown, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her breasts were full and firm, with nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. Her stomach was flat, and her hips curved in all the right places. She was, without a doubt, a goddess.
Nalini worked as a high-end escort, providing companionship and pleasure to the city’s most powerful men. She was highly sought after, and she commanded a high price for her services. But she didn’t do it for the money. She did it for the thrill of seduction, the power of knowing that she could have any man she wanted.
One night, she received a call from a mysterious man named Ravi. He was a wealthy businessman, and he offered to pay her a small fortune for a night of passion. Nalini was intrigued, and she agreed to meet him at his penthouse apartment.
When she arrived, she was greeted by a handsome man with piercing black eyes and a chiseled jaw. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and he looked every inch the powerful businessman. Nalini felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew that this was going to be a night to remember.
Ravi led her to his bedroom, and he poured them both a glass of fine champagne. Nalini took a sip, and she felt the bubbles dance on her tongue. She set her glass down, and she looked at Ravi with a seductive smile.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Ravi stepped closer to her, and he took her face in his hands. He leaned in, and he kissed her deeply. Nalini responded, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that it was time to take things to the next level.
She reached down, and she began to unbutton Ravi’s shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingers. He moaned, and he pulled her closer.
Nalini reached down, and she began to stroke Ravi’s cock through his pants. It was hard and thick, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her. She unzipped his pants, and she pulled them down. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand.
Ravi moaned as she began to stroke him. She ran her thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there. He was large and thick, and she knew that it was going to be a tight fit.
She led him to the bed, and she pushed him down. She climbed on top of him, and she positioned herself above his cock. She looked into his eyes, and she slowly lowered herself down on to him.
Ravi moaned as he entered her. She was tight and wet, and he could feel every inch of her. Nalini began to ride him, grinding her hips against his. She leaned down, and she began to kiss him deeply.
Ravi reached up, and he began to play with Nalini’s breasts. He squeezed them, and he pinched her nipples. Nalini moaned, and she began to ride him harder.
Ravi rolled over, and he took control. He began to thrust into her, hard and deep. Nalini moaned, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, and she knew that it was going to be a big one.
Ravi reached down, and he began to stroke Nalini’s clit. She moaned, and she threw her head back. She could feel the orgasm tearing through her, and she screamed out in pleasure.
Ravi continued to thrust into her, and he could feel his own orgasm building. He grunted, and he pulled out. Nalini looked at him with a questioning look.
“I want to see your face when I cum,” he said, his voice low and husky.
He began to stroke his cock, and Nalini watched as he ejaculated. She moaned as she felt the hot spurts of cum hit her
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