It was a humid summer evening in the bustling city of Mumbai. The sun had set hours ago, and the streets were alive with the sounds of horns honking and people chattering. In a small, dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of the city, a woman named Priya was getting ready for a night of passion.
Priya was a thick, voluptuous woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was of Indian descent, with caramel-colored skin and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She was naked, save for a pair of black lace panties that hugged her curves in all the right places. She turned to the side, admiring her full hips and round ass. She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
She heard a knock at the door, and her heart began to race. She knew who it was – her lover, Aamir. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing green eyes and a muscular build. He was also of Indian descent, but his family had immigrated to the UK when he was just a child. He had returned to India a few months ago for work, and they had reconnected after many years apart.
Priya walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Aamir standing in the hallway. He was dressed in all black, from his fitted jeans to his leather jacket. He looked like a bad boy, and Priya couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire.
“Hello, beautiful,” Aamir said, his voice deep and husky.
“Hello, yourself,” Priya replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aamir stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He pulled Priya into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He tasted like whiskey and mint, a heady combination that made her head spin.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver with pleasure. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued to kiss and nibble his way down her body, pausing to pay special attention to her nipples. He sucked and bit at them through the lace of her bra, making her gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his face.
He continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves. He slipped his hand into her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her, stroking her G-spot.
“Oh, Aamir,” she gasped, her legs trembling.
He continued to finger her, adding a second finger. She was so wet, so ready for him. He removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips and tasting her arousal.
“You taste so good, Priya,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
He pushed her panties down, revealing her full, round ass. He gave it a playful slap, making her yelp with surprise. He knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks apart. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her most intimate flesh.
She moaned, her legs trembling as he licked and sucked at her ass. She had never experienced this before, but it felt so good. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
He stood up, positioning himself behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip.
“Please, Aamir,” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder. He began to thrust, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
“Yes, Aamir,” she moaned, her hands reaching back to grip his hips.
He continued to thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her muscles tensing up.
“Oh, Aamir,” she gasped, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
He continued to thrust, drawing out her orgasm. He groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined.
“I
ve missed you so much, Priya,” Aamir whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I’ve missed you too, Aamir,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
They lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, the sweat drying on their skin. They knew they had to face the real world again soon, but for now, they were content to stay in their little bubble of pleasure.
