I Had Sex With My Indian Girlfriend For The First Time Her Breasts Are Very Nice And Her Pussy Is Tight

Title: Forbidden Fruits: An Indian pénétration

The sun was sitting low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the bustling streets of New Delhi. The air was thick with the scent of spices and the cacophony of honking rickshaws and chattering crowds, but Asha and I were cocooned in our own little world, stealing glances at each other as we strolled hand in hand through the bustling market.

Asha was a sight to behold. At just 19, she carried herself with a confidence and poise that belied her years. Her skin was a rich, smooth caramel, a stark contrast to her traditional red sari that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her long, dark hair swayed with each step, and her enchanting almond-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief and desire.

We had been dating for a few months now, taking things slow despite the fierce attraction simmering between us. But today, something felt different. Electricity crackled in the air as we ducked into a quiet alley, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Asha pressed her soft, plump breasts against my chest, her hands roaming lower until she cupped my hardening cock through my jeans. I groaned into her mouth, my hands squeezing the soft globes of her ass. She whimpered, grinding her hips against mine.

“Take me back to your place,” she purred, her voice laced with lust. “I want you, Mark. All of you.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. We hailed a rickshaw and raced back to my apartment, fumbling with keys and shedding clothes as we stumbled inside. Asha’s sari fell away, revealing her nude body, her breasts bouncing free, dusky nipples grazing my skin. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

I took a moment to drink in the sight of her, my cock throbbing in anticipation. Her skin was like silk, her breasts high and pert, her pussy glistening with arousal. She spread her thighs, an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

I settled between her legs, my mouth seeking out her cunt. She tasted divine, sweet and musky, as I flicked my tongue over her clit. She gasped, her hips jerking upward, hands fisting in my hair. I lapped at her folds, plunging my tongue deep inside her, reveling in her moans and whimpers.

“Asha,” I groaned against her skin, “you taste fucking incredible.”

She whined, her body writhing beneath me. “Mark, please. I need you inside me. Now.”

I crawled up her body, my cock nudging at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, dark with lust, and she nodded, silently granting me permission. I thrust forward, burying myself in her tight heat.

“Fuck,” I grunted, her walls clenching around me. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

She gasped, her nails raking down my back. “You’re so big,” she panted. “It’s stretching me so much.”

I started to move, pulls out until just the tip remained inside, then slamming back in, burying myself balls deep. She cried out, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin against skin.

I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak. Asha keened, her cunt fluttering around my cock. I lavished the other breast with the same attention, my hips never faltering in their rhythm.

“Mark,” she gasped, her voice breathy. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

I slipped a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed in tight circles, matching the pace of my thrusts. Asha’s head thrashed on the pillow, her muscles tensing, her cunt gripping me like a vice.

“Come for me, Asha,” I coaxed, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Let go.”

With a sharp cry, she did just that, her body convulsing beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. The spasms of her cunt triggered my own climax, and I joined her over the edge, spilling myself deep inside her with a hoarse shout.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and spent. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “I knew it would be good with you, but I never imagined… wow.”

I chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “We’re far from done, baby girl. That was just the first round.”

Her eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Fancy a shower?” she purred.

I grinned, my cock already stirring at the thought of the fun we could have with soap and water. “Lead the way.”

And so began a night of passion and exploration, a dance of carnal delights between two young lovers who had found something special in the bustling streets of New Delhi. The forbidden fruit had been plucked, and it was sweeter than either of us could have ever imagined.