The Indian landowner's fingers traced a tantalizing path down her body, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She moaned as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin, his fingers expertly exploring every inch of her. She couldn't resist the urge to suck on his fingers, tasting the saltiness of his skin and feeling the heat between them intensify. As they moved together in a passionate dance, she couldn't help but think of the forbidden nature of their encounter. But the thrill only added to the intensity, making her crave more. With each touch, each kiss, she was lost in a world of erotic pleasure. And as they reached the peak of their desire, she couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, her body trembling with satisfaction. This was the kind of passion that could only be found in the arms of an Indian landowner. And as they lay there, spent and satisfied, she knew she would always come back for more. This was her secret, her guilty pleasure, her escape from the mundane. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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