23-07-2021, 01:26 PM
Chapter 12: Sudha and the Black Guy Romance on the Terrace
As they reached the terrace, the entire terrace area was empty and dark, and there was a room in the corner which the Black guy was opening and asking Sudha and Ram to get inside. Sudha enjoyed the cold breeze for a moment, and looked down from the terrace. “Wow, it's a beautiful place, Charlie,” she said. The black guy came towards her, “get inside sir, I will bring her,” the black guy said and Ram began walking to the room. The black guy went behind Sudha, “it's beautiful, I know, Sudha. Beautiful country, beautiful people, and everything beautiful about India,” he whispered and hugged Sudha from behind who was looking at the city from the terrace and enjoying the full view of it. “I wish I could stay in India a little longer,” he said. As the Black guy was saying some nice stuff about India, the patriot in her woke up all of a sudden. “Yes, Charlie, my country is the most beautiful country in the world,” Sudha said. “Nothing like India, Sudha,” he said, hugging her tight from behind and resting his chin on her right shoulder. “Indian Food is amazing, Indian Dresses are amazing,” as he kept on praising India, and began kissing Sudha’s cheeks and neck.
Though she was horny, Sudha was feeling so proud of being Indian. “Thanks Charlie,” She said and gently placed her right hand on his right cheek affectionately. “Soon, India will become like America,” Sudha said. “No, Sudha, India should not become like America. It's a Racist country, they hate Black people like me,” the Black guy said. “No Country, I did not mean that. She said and turned around, “I meant to say, India will become a superpower like America soon. And, we will not be a Racist country,” Sudha said. “I don’t think so Sudha, I have seen and experienced Racism myself in India, even by Indian women,” the Black guy said. “Oh Charlie, I am sorry about what you went through, they are a disgrace to my country. I am sure those women were uneducated women. Trust me, Charlie, well educated Indian women don’t hate Black people,” Sudha said. “Oh now I understand, Sudha, because all the Indian women who got intimate with me were well educated women,” The Black guy said. “What do you mean, intimate? You made love to them, didn’t you? You naughty?” Sudha said and pinched both his cheeks. The Black guy was blushing putting his head down. Sudha liked it totally. “You like Indian women, don’t you,” Sudha smirked and lifted his head holding his cheeks. “How do you know I like Indian women?” the Black guy asked. “I know,” she whispered and hugged the Balk guy with his arms around her neck. “Mmmm… I love Indian women, Sudha,” the Black guy said and hugged her back. “I love Indian women, Sudha, there is something about them which turns me on. Starting from the hair, face, lips, neck, body, everything is just amazing about Indian women,” the Black guy was praising Indian women in front of another Indian woman, Sudha.
As they reached the terrace, the entire terrace area was empty and dark, and there was a room in the corner which the Black guy was opening and asking Sudha and Ram to get inside. Sudha enjoyed the cold breeze for a moment, and looked down from the terrace. “Wow, it's a beautiful place, Charlie,” she said. The black guy came towards her, “get inside sir, I will bring her,” the black guy said and Ram began walking to the room. The black guy went behind Sudha, “it's beautiful, I know, Sudha. Beautiful country, beautiful people, and everything beautiful about India,” he whispered and hugged Sudha from behind who was looking at the city from the terrace and enjoying the full view of it. “I wish I could stay in India a little longer,” he said. As the Black guy was saying some nice stuff about India, the patriot in her woke up all of a sudden. “Yes, Charlie, my country is the most beautiful country in the world,” Sudha said. “Nothing like India, Sudha,” he said, hugging her tight from behind and resting his chin on her right shoulder. “Indian Food is amazing, Indian Dresses are amazing,” as he kept on praising India, and began kissing Sudha’s cheeks and neck.
Though she was horny, Sudha was feeling so proud of being Indian. “Thanks Charlie,” She said and gently placed her right hand on his right cheek affectionately. “Soon, India will become like America,” Sudha said. “No, Sudha, India should not become like America. It's a Racist country, they hate Black people like me,” the Black guy said. “No Country, I did not mean that. She said and turned around, “I meant to say, India will become a superpower like America soon. And, we will not be a Racist country,” Sudha said. “I don’t think so Sudha, I have seen and experienced Racism myself in India, even by Indian women,” the Black guy said. “Oh Charlie, I am sorry about what you went through, they are a disgrace to my country. I am sure those women were uneducated women. Trust me, Charlie, well educated Indian women don’t hate Black people,” Sudha said. “Oh now I understand, Sudha, because all the Indian women who got intimate with me were well educated women,” The Black guy said. “What do you mean, intimate? You made love to them, didn’t you? You naughty?” Sudha said and pinched both his cheeks. The Black guy was blushing putting his head down. Sudha liked it totally. “You like Indian women, don’t you,” Sudha smirked and lifted his head holding his cheeks. “How do you know I like Indian women?” the Black guy asked. “I know,” she whispered and hugged the Balk guy with his arms around her neck. “Mmmm… I love Indian women, Sudha,” the Black guy said and hugged her back. “I love Indian women, Sudha, there is something about them which turns me on. Starting from the hair, face, lips, neck, body, everything is just amazing about Indian women,” the Black guy was praising Indian women in front of another Indian woman, Sudha.
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