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The sizzling summer heat had the couple in a frenzy, their touch igniting sparks in their sweat-drenched bodies. Ventura was a thick man with a bulging midsection, glistening with beads of perspiration. His partner Priya, a petite Indian woman with lustrous black hair cascading down to her ample bosom, was perched upon him. The couple was lost in the throes of passionate lovemaking on the porch swing, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Ventura’s hands cradled Priya’s buttocks, pressing her against him as their hips gyrated in sync. The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin mingled with muffled moans, echoing through the quiet neighborhood. Priya’s captivating brown eyes were half-lidded with desire as she swayed above Ventura, her body undulating like a wave. Her full, supple breasts bounced enticingly, their dark, erect nipples begging for attention.
As if reading her mind, Ventura’s hands drifted up to cup Priya’s breasts, kneading the delicate flesh. His thumbs flicked over the hardened peaks, sending electric jolts straight to her core. Priya let out a low whimper, arching into his touch. Ventura leaned forward, sealing his mouth over one rosy bud. He suckled and nipped, eliciting keening cries of pleasure from his lover.
Priya tangled her fingers in Ventura’s thick, dark hair, holding him against her breast. Her thighs clenched around his waist, the pressure building at her center as he lavished attention on her sensitive nipples. Desire coursed through her veins, stoking the flames licking at her skin.
Ventura’s hands slid down to grip Priya’s hips, angling her hips to take him deeper. Each thrust was harder, more urgent, driving Priya towards the precipice. Her inner muscles fluttered around his throbbing length, massaging him, urging him on. Ventura’s rhythm faltered, his movements becoming erratic as he neared his own climax.
With a final thrust, Ventura buried himself to the hilt inside Priya, spilling his hot seed deep within her. Priya cried out, her body convulsing around him as she followed him over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crashed over them, leaving them boneless and spent.
As their breathing slowed, Ventura pulled Priya close, pressing a tender kiss to her sweaty brow. Priya nestled against his chest, her head finding its natural resting place over his heart. The pair remained entwined, basking in the afterglow as the cool evening breeze caressed their skin.
