Indian Gets Some Older Man Love In The Hotel Room

Title: “An Afternoon of Passion and Sin”

The excitement was palpable as the young Indian girl, Aisha, walked into the lavish hotel suite. Her heart was pounding with anticipation, not just for the luxurious accommodations, but for the man she was to meet. He was much older than her, a silver fox with a mysterious allure that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame.

As she stepped inside, she found him lounging on the plush king-sized bed, studying her with a smoldering gaze. Aisha felt her body temperature rise under his intense stare. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be here, but the pull was too strong to resist.

“Hello, Aisha,” he purred, his voice like velvet. “Impeccable timing, as always.”

Aisha smiled, sauntering towards him with a sway in her hips. “You know I can never resist your calls, Mr. Sharma. Besides, what kind of aspiring actress would I be if I kept my makeup man waiting?”

Sharma chuckled as he sat up, his eyes roaming over her curves appreciatively. “A sensible one, perhaps. But where’s the fun in that?”

Aisha climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through his slacks. “You’re right,” she breathed, leaning in close. “Where’s the fun in being sensible?”

Sharma groaned, his hands roaming over her body possessively. “You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he warned. “Are you sure you can handle the heat?”

Aisha grinned wickedly, grinding her hips against his. “I’m not a little girl, Mr. Sharma. I’m a woman, and I know exactly what I want.”

With that, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth. Sharma groaned, grabbing her ass and pulling her flush against him. Aisha moaned, feeling his hardness straining against her. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her.

Breaking the kiss, she sat up and began slowly unbuttoning her top. Sharma watched hungrily, his eyes dark with lust. As she revealed her lace-covered breasts, he reached out to palm them, his thumbs rubbing against her hardened nipples. Aisha gasped, arching into his touch.

“Fuck, Aisha,” Sharma growled. “I need to taste you.”

He pulled down the cups of her bra, revealing her pert breasts. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Aisha cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding him against her.

As Sharma lavished attention on her breasts, Aisha began to undo his belt, eager to free his cock. She pulled it out, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft and stroking it slowly. Sharma groaned around her nipple, his hips bucking up into her hand.

“There’s no going back after this, Aisha,” he warned, releasing her breast. “Once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Aisha just smiled, shimmying out of her skirt and panties. She rose up on her knees, positioning herself above his cock. “I wouldn’t want you to stop,” she purred. “I want you to fuck me senseless, Mr. Sharma.”

With that, she sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt. They both cried out in pleasure, savoring the feeling of being finally joined. Aisha began to ride him, her hips undulating in a sensual dance. Sharma gripped her waist, holding her steady as he thrust up into her.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion, skin slapping against skin and low moans of pleasure. Aisha felt like she was being consumed by a raging inferno, Sharma’s touch igniting every nerve ending in her body. She knew this was wrong, that he was old enough to be her father, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the pleasure he was giving her.

Sharma sat up, flipping their positions so that Aisha was pinned beneath him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to drive deeper into her. Aisha screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. Sharma pounded into her relentlessly, chasing his own release.

“I’m going to come,” Aisha gasped, feeling her orgasm building.

“Come for me,” Sharma commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Milk my cock with your tight little cunt.”

Those words were all it took to push Aisha over the edge. She came with a scream, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Sharma cursed, burying himself deep inside her as he followed her over the edge. He came in long, hot spurts, filling her to the brim with his seed.

As they came down from their highs, Sharma collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily. Aisha ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew this was just the beginning, the start of something dark and forbidden.

“I think you’re right, Mr. Sharma,” she whispered, her voice husky. “There’s no going back from this. You’ve ruined me for all other men.”

Sharma chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I have no plans of letting anyone else have you, my dear. You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you.”

Aisha shivered at his words, a thrill running down her spine. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she was ready to see it through to the end. With a wicked grin, she pulled Sharma down for another kiss, ready to indulge in more of their naughty afternoons.