In the heart of New Delhi, in a dimly lit, upscale lounge, a woman with a body that could make even the gods weep sat alone. She sipped her drink, her dark eyes scanning the room, taking in the sweaty, gyrating bodies of the patrons around her. She was a vision of beauty, with a perfect, hourglass figure, and breasts that were ripe and firm, spilling out of her low-cut dress. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her delicate features. Her name was Nalini, and she had come to this place with a purpose.
Nalini was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wanted the man who had just walked into the lounge. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She knew he was an American, here on business, and she knew that he would not be able to resist her charms. She had heard of his reputation, a man who was as powerful in the boardroom as he was in the bedroom. She wanted him, and she was going to have him.
She stood up, her body moving with a grace and elegance that belied her inner desires. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes locked on his. He looked up, his gaze meeting hers, and she saw the flicker of desire in his eyes. She smiled, her lips curling up in a slow, sensual smile.
“Hello,” she purred, her voice like honey. “I’m Nalini. May I buy you a drink?”
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes taking in her perfect body, her full, firm breasts, her narrow waist, and her wide, childbearing hips. He nodded, his voice husky as he spoke.
“Sure, I’d love a drink. I’m Jack.”
They sat together, talking and laughing, as the hours passed. Nalini could feel the tension building between them, the air crackling with electricity. She knew that he wanted her, and she wanted him just as badly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and heavy.
“Come with me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding music. “I want to show you something.”
He followed her, his eyes glued to her perfect body, as she led him to her private suite in the hotel. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface. She turned to face him, her dark eyes gleaming with desire.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.
He hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes was too much to resist. He stripped off his clothes, his cock springing to attention as she looked at him. She smiled, her eyes taking in his muscular body, his broad shoulders, and his hard, thick cock.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers tracing a path from his chest to his cock. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle him. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down, her fingers slick with pre-cum.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction, more pleasure. She smiled, her lips curling up in a slow, sensual smile. She sank to her knees, her dark eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips moving up and down, her fingers cupping his balls.
He moaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pleasure. She could feel him swelling, the veins on his shaft standing out as she sucked him harder, deeper. She could feel his balls tightening, his body tensing as he approached his climax. She pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a wet pop.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her fingers tracing a path up his chest, over his nipples, to his neck. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and heavy. “I want to taste you, every inch of you.”
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