As an Indian wife, I never knew pleasure until I experienced the sensual touch of my husband. His hands trace every curve of my body, igniting a fire within me that only his touch can quench. In our bedroom, he worships me like a goddess, exploring every inch of me with reverence and desire. With each caress, I submit to him completely, giving myself over to the ecstasy of our passion. Our lovemaking is a dance of lust and love, a symphony of moans and whispers that crescendos into pure bliss. And in his embrace, I find solace, fulfillment, and the ultimate pleasure that only a devoted husband can provide.
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