The monsoon season had painted the city of Mumbai in a vibrant shade of emerald, as the incessant rain danced upon the concrete jungle. In a dimly lit apartment, an Indian woman named Pooja lay on her bed, her luscious body glistening with beads of rainwater that had trickled through the open window. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a smoldering desire that even the heaviest downpour couldn’t extinguish. The rhythmic pattering of raindrops on her skin mirrored the throbbing of her arousal. She slid a hand between her thighs, her fingers gliding through the slick folds of her wet pussy. Her other hand played with her erect nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks. The rain’s tempo increased, syncing with her growing need. She spread her legs wider, allowing the water to wash over her swollen clit, as the room filled with the sweet symphony of her soft moans. Pooja’s body arched, her breath hitched, as the raindrops caressed her most sensitive spots, nature’s own fingers bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her hand moved faster, mimicking the raindrops’ frantic dance. The storm outside grew fiercer, echoing the tempest within her. Her orgasm crashed through her like a raging river, leaving her trembling and fulfilled, the raindrops continuing their tender ministrations as she basked in the afterglow of pleasure.
