He was gorgeous, gorgeous...GORGEOUS.

A beautiful Indian like those in the Bollywood movies. Strangely she felt aloof and could not get her mind to engage.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, holding her at arms length.

Both of them starkers.

His dick a solid rod between them.

"U are just too beautiful." She said.

"So how do we fix this. I think u are beautiful too. I have wanted to give into my desire of an older woman for so long. I have been eyeing u. What now?"

All the time their gaze became deeper, more telling, hungrier.

At that moment the Arabic oriental notes were of a perfect melody and her mind clicked.

It was the lust in his eyes, the music and the awareness of his cock head pressing against her pubic bone.

Without being aware they had inched closer and close .

And as their lips met, soft and hungry, only then did she close her eyes and surrender to her Bollywood lover.

It was a Bollywood soft porn movie where flesh on flesh burnt hot as she slid over him. A soft Bollywood porn movie when he kissed the crease of her inner thighs , millimeters away from her womanness.

It was a true soft porn movie....not one for the public movie houses in general.

Especially when she took him and his eyes became mirrors of dark wantoness and his moans fired every nerve in her body , being the true leading lady of their fine Bollywood soft porn movie.

RB.