Exotic Central Asian

I have the distinction of sleeping with a woman from a country most people have never even heard of: Uzbekistan. So, when I had planned to backpack through northern India, the starting point of my trip was Delhi. From there I had hoped to continue to the Himalayas and further north to Mussorie, which is a colonial hill station. On my second day in Delhi, I was roaming around exploring the flea markets when I was quite thirsty and wanted a drink. I saw what looked like a cheap pub nearby and decided to grab a drink there.
But when I stepped inside it seemed a kind of sleazy place. There was loud music playing nearby and women, some of whom looked too white to be Indian dancing in skimpy outfits or hanging out with overweight middle aged dudes, whose sense of style seemed to have stagnated in the 70’s. As soon as I had sat down and ordered a beer, I began to be pestered by some of those dancing women too! I tried my best to ignore them and thought of having my drink as fast as I could and getting out of there! But there was one girl who caught my fancy, she looked a bit Chinese-y but she was too white and she had blonde hair. She was wearing a pink dress and sitting across me texting someone. As soon as our eyes met I looked away but she got up and came and sat across me.
I initiated a conversation and asked her if she wanted to drink anything. She declined and told me in broken English that she wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. I finished my beer and went out of that sleazy joint along with her. Once outside, I began talking to her. She told me she had only arrived from Uzbekistan a couple of weeks ago and she was staying with her friend who worked at that pub. She said that she knew her friend was working a bit on the wrong side but she was only doing that in order to make ends meet since it was tough for them to get a legit job.
We walked back to her place and she asked me if I would like to come inside. I was a little puzzled but agreed gladly. Once inside, she told me that she could tell people that I was her boy friend so that they wouldn’t pester her to go out with them. I was feeling kinda sad for her on the inside. I asked her if she had seen the Taj Mahal and then asked her to come along with me the next day. She agreed instantly. So, the next day we travelled to Agra and explored the beauty and splendour of the Taj together.
She seemed to be having so much fun. I was glad that she was having a good time. On the way back, we were relaxing on the bus when she put her arms around mine and whispered in my ears if I wanted to spend the night with her. I agreed and she smiled and kissed me. After returning to Delhi, we went to her place. Once inside she hugged me tightly and we began frenching passionately. I kissed her around her neck and unzipped her dress and began going down her back!
After her dress was on the floor, I sat down on my knees in front of her and began licking every bit of her belly, occasionally deep tonguing her belly button. I left a trail of kisses down her lower belly until I reached her pussy. I pulled down her panty and pushed my face between her legs. I licked her juices to the sound of her moaning. Then, I got up and pointed at the bulge inside my pants. She got down and pulled down my pants and started going up and down on my dick. Truth be told, it was one of the best heads I’ve ever gotten. I shot cum right inside her mouth. When she tried to pull out, she got it all over her face. She wiped the cum all over her face and got up and started to kiss my shoulders and nibble my ears. She also started rubbing her naked sweaty body against mine and this began to turn me on even more. I pushed her down to the bed, got right on top of her and began fucking her like crazy. We went on like this through the night. Man, she was awesome. Needless to say I spent my entire time in India, in Delhi happily screwing her every day.

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