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Jane had always been the envy of her friends and neighbours. A beautiful Singaporean Chinese woman, she was married to a successful businessman and lived in a luxurious house with a beautiful courtyard.
But in the midst of all this perfection, there was one thing that nagged at Jane. Her husband had recently hired a new gardener, an old Indian man named Ravi. At first, Jane didn’t think much of him, seeing him as just another random worker. But as she watched him work in her courtyard each time, she couldn’t help but notice something about him. Ravi was short and wrinkled, his body worn down by years of manual labour. But despite his age and rough appearance, there was a certain charisma about him that caught Jane’s attention.
One day, as Jane was checking her garden, she noticed Ravi watching her with a hunger in his eyes. She could feel his gaze on her body and it made her feel both uncomfortable and strangely aroused. She brushed it off as her imagination and continued with her gardening.
But as the days went by, Jane couldn’t shake off the feeling that Ravi had some sort of hidden desire for her. She tried to avoid him as much as possible, but she couldn’t help but feel a certain curiosity towards this older Indian man.
One afternoon, as Jane was entering her living room, Ravi appeared behind her. Startled, she turned to face him, her heart racing as he stood mere inches away from her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body and the intensity of his gaze.
“Madam,” Ravi spoke in a low voice, “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are today.”
Jane blushed at his words, feeling flattered and flustered at the same time. She had always prided herself on her appearance, but she never expected to receive such compliments from a man like Ravi.
“I-I…thank you,” she stammered, trying to maintain her composure.
“You are like a goddess, Mrs. Jane,” Ravi continued, his eyes roaming over her body. “I have always dreamed of being with a Chinese woman like you.”
Jane’s heart skipped a beat as she realised Ravi’s intentions. She had never been with an Indian man before, and it was even more of a shock to find out that Ravi found her desirable. But despite her surprise, a part of her was intrigued by his words.
Without warning, Ravi reached out and placed his hand on Jane’s breast, gently squeezing it through the thin fabric of her dress. Jane gasped at his boldness, but she couldn’t deny the sudden rush of pleasure that coursed through her body.
Ravi took this as a sign to continue and he leaned in to kiss Jane’s neck, his other hand slipping lower to caress her inner thigh. Jane’s mind was in a whirl as she tried to resist, but her body was responding to his touch in ways that she couldn’t control.
Before she knew it, Ravi had lead her to the couch, laying her down gently. He easily removed her dress by untiring her wrap dress knot, revealing her voluptuous body clad in nothing but panties. Everything happened so fast, Jane’s breath caught in her throat as she realised that she was about to have sex with her gardener.
But as Ravi took off his own clothes and revealed his toned long thick black cock, Jane’s doubts and inhibitions strangely disappeared. She was overcome with a primal desire for him, wanting nothing more than to experience the pleasure that he could give her.
Ravi’s hands roamed over her body, caressing and exploring every inch of her skin. Jane moaned as his lips found her breasts, sucking on her nipples with lactating milk and making her body shiver with pleasure. She had never felt so alive and free, giving into her carnal desires without any guilt or shame.
As Ravi begins to thrust himself inside her, Jane let out a soft cry of pleasure. His long, thick Indian cock filled her in ways that she never thought possible. She could feel herself getting lost in the intensity of the moment, as Ravi held her hips and pounded into her with a vigor that belied his age.
Their bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion, the sounds of their pleasure filling the quiet living room. Jane felt like she was on fire, consumed by a desire that she had never experienced before. And just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Ravi grunted and came inside her with a force that left her gasping for air.
As they both lay spent on the couch, Jane couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never imagined herself having raw, passionate sex with an older Indian man, but now here she was, covered in sweat and cum with a satisfied smile on her face.
Ravi leaned in to kiss her, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “Thank you, Madam,” he whispered.
Jane couldn’t help but smile back at him, knowing that she had fulfilled one of his deepest fantasies.
And as she is about to regain her reality, she feels his cock which is still touching her thigh hardens again…
