Deep Desires. First Taste -1

Hey All This is my 1st story Hope so you guys will like it.

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Asrar, a tall, dark-skinned Indian man with a muscular build, was sitting in a cozy café in Mumbai, sipping his chai. He was new to the city and looking for a bit of excitement. That's when he spotted Ranie, a curvaceous woman with long, wavy black hair and deep brown eyes, sitting across the room. She caught his eye and smiled, her full lips curling up in a way that made his heart race.

Asrar

He walked over to her table, extending his hand. "Hi, I'm Asrar. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room."

Ranie

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Ranie," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "I couldn't help but notice you either."

Over the next few weeks, they met up a few times, their conversations growing more intimate with each encounter. Asrar found himself drawn to Ranie's warmth and her laughter, and she seemed to enjoy his attention.

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One evening, after a dinner filled with laughter and shared stories, Asrar invited Ranie back to his place.

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Asrar

"You know, I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you," he said, his voice low.

Ranie

She bit her lip, her eyes meeting his. "And what's that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Asrar

"This," he said, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues met, exploring each other's mouths as their bodies pressed together.

Asrar

He reached down, gripping Ranie's ass and pulling her closer.

Ranie

She let out a soft moan, her hands running through his hair.

Asrar

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe.

Asrar

"You taste so good," he murmured, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples through her dress, feeling them harden under his touch.

Ranie

Shr gasped, arching into his touch.

Ranie

"Asrar," she breathed, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt.

Asrar

He helped her, quickly removing his shirt and her dress, leaving them both in their underwear.

Asrar

He ran his hands over her body, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips.

Asrar

He loved the way she felt, the way she responded to his touch.

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