In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven-black hair stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Her name was Priya, an Indian woman of 25 with a thick, luscious body that could make any man’s heart race.
Raj, her lover of two years, admired her from behind, taking in her smooth, dark skin and the way her hair cascaded down her back. He approached her slowly, his hands reaching out to touch her shoulders, gently massaging them.
“Priya,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “You are so beautiful.”
She shivered at his touch, turning around to face him. Her dark eyes sparkled with desire as she looked at him, her full lips curving into a seductive smile.
“Raj,” she purred, her hands reaching out to caress his chest. “I want you.”
He groaned, his hands traveling down her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as he kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone.
His hands continued to explore her body, sliding down her stomach and settling between her legs. She was wet, her pussy slick with desire as he slipped a finger inside her.
“Oh, Raj,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, like that.”
He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. She was moaning loudly now, her body trembling with pleasure.
He knew she was ready, her body begging for more. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. She was tight, her pussy gripping him as he thrust inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they found a rhythm. She was moaning his name, her fingers digging into his back as he pounded into her.
He could feel his orgasm building, the familiar tightness in his balls. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.
She cried out, her body shaking as she came. He followed soon after, his cum filling her as he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath. He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and desire.
“I will always want you, Priya,” he whispered.
She smiled, her fingers tracing his cheek. “And I will always want you, Raj.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the whispers of their love echoing in the shadow.
