Monsoon of Lust: Indian Wife's Solace

The monsoon rains drum against the window, echoing the rhythm of her heart as she lies on her bed, her body yearning for touch. Her hands, dark against her skin, caress her breasts, pinching her nipples to hard peaks before traveling south. She parts her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds, rubbing and plunging until she's a writhing mass of need, her cries of pleasure drowned out by the storm outside.

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