In the dimly lit room, the scent of sandalwood and the faint sound of a sitar set the mood. My Indian girlfriend, her skin like warm caramel, lies back, her eyes locked onto mine as she utters the words that send a jolt of desire through me. She wants me to fuck her without a condom, to feel every inch of me inside her. As I position myself at her entrance, her breath hitches, and I slide in, the heat and tightness of her unprotected pussy enveloping me, our bodies moving in sync, lost in our taboo, uninhibited dance.