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The sultry night air was thick with anticipation as the young couple returned home from their wild party. Raj had certainly had his fill of drinks, but his eager anticipation was fueled by something far stronger than alcohol. His eyes were locked onto his beautiful wife Shweta, her sari clinging to her curves in all the right places. He could scarcely wait to peel it off her.

As they stumbled through the front door, their lips met in a feverish kiss. Hands roamed hungrily over bodies, reacquainting themselves with familiar terrain. Raj pressed Shweta up against the wall, his hard length already evident against her thigh. She moaned softly, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Take me,” she whispered hotly against his ear. “I need you inside me.”

Raj wasted no time, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom. He laid her out on the plush bedding like an offering, drinking in the sight of her in the moonlight. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, eyes molten with desire. Slowly, she untucked her bindi and let her sari fall open, revealing the creamy swells of her breasts. Raj licked his lips.

“I’ve been imagining this all night,” he said, voice low and gravelly. He crawled onto the bed, settling between her legs. His hands skimmed up her calves, docking behind her knees. With a swift tug, he removed her sequined churidar, leaving her in just a klein and panty.

Shweta helped him out of his shirt, offering up her breasts to his greedy mouth. Raj set about suckling her, rolling her hardening nipples between his teeth until she was writhing beneath him. Her scent enveloped him, musky and sweet, driving him wild with need.

He kissed a trail down her trembling belly, hooking his fingers under her panty line. Shweta lifted her hips eagerly and in one swift motion, he had her bare. His fingers delved between her legs, finding her slick and ready. Shweta gasped, head falling back as he stroked her in just the right way.

Soon, she was panting, legs falling open in wanton invitation. Raj removed his own trousers and crawled back up her body. With one smooth thrust, he was inside, filling her to the hilt. They both moaned at the feeling, bodies moving together as though they’d done this a thousand times before (and in truth, they had).

Raj set a wild pace, pounding into her with a fervor only the best desi porn could rival. The bed creaked beneath them in a lewd rhythm. Shweta clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his back. “Harder,” she demanded breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”

Raj obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises and angling himself to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Shweta screamed in ecstasy, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He could feel his orgasm building, coil tight and ready to snap.

“Cum with me,” he growled. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

Shweta was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure. Her entire body was aflame, every nerve on high alert. As Raj thrust one last time, she shattered, her climax washing over her in violent waves. Raj followed soon after with a loud grunt, spilling his seed deep inside her.

They lay entwined for long moments, bodies twitching with aftershocks. Raj pressed tender kisses along Shweta’s damp neck and shoulder. “God, I love you,” he breathed.

She smiled dreamily, fingers carding through his sweat-damp hair. “Make love to me again,” she purred. “I want to feel that bliss all over again.”

Raj was happy to oblige, his hands already roaming in preparation for round two. This night was far from over, and they had only just begun to explore their pleasure. The night was young and they had plenty of time to enjoy their conjugal bliss.

In the glow of their afterlove, Shweta giggled, remembering how they had met at a similar party. They had, in fact, snuck away to a quiet corner to “make out”, then marry each other in a quick ceremony, their hearts and loins and loins on fire with desire for each other. “You know,” she said, punctuating her words with light kisses down his neck, “We should really have more parties to celebrate our love…”

Raj grinned, pulling her snug against him. “You read my mind, baby. I’ll invite all my naughty drinking buddies. And you can wear that sexy red sari you love, along with nothing underneath. We’ll find ourselves a dark corner and–”

“Honey,” she cut in. “Let’s just stay in bed tonight. You’re brilliantly sexy when you’ve been drinking, but I want you sexy AND handsome for the whole night. Only for me.”

“Fair enough,” he said, smiling and nuzzling her hair. “But next time? We’re getting our best desi friends together for a wild party and we’re sneaking away to a dark corner of the house and making love right there! I want to drink and finger you until you’re begging me to fuck you-all over again!”

“It’s a deal, handsome,” she said, pecking his lips. “Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go have our very own? Let’s make some real noise and keep the neighbors up.”

Raj wasted no time, flipping Shweta onto her back once more. She laughed as he loomed over her, already hard again and ready to please. Their love was primal and uninhibited, just the way it always had been. And as the night grew long and their coupling went on into the wee hours, they knew they had found the one partner who could truly satisfy their deepest, dirtiest desires.

Just like the ‘character’ in the video, this is a captivating tale of a passionate and intensely caring Indian couple enjoying adult pleasure. Raj and Shweta are very much in love, their storytelling animated, precise, explicit, and quite fantasizing—only an articulate writer can share the precise details with the keenest sensibility for a thumping good read. Raj and Shweta fulfill each other passionately and completely—this is a feel-good story of the original Indian porno! Well done!