In the dimly lit room, a thick woman with black hair lay on the bed, her body naked and inviting. She was an Indian babe, her skin a warm caramel color, her curves lush and voluptuous. Her name was Priya, and she was 22 years old.
Across the room, a man stood watching her. He was tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He was a foreigner, a white man from America, and he had been traveling in India for the past month.
Priya had met him at a market earlier that day. She had been selling spices and tea, and he had been drawn to her vibrant smile and sparkling eyes. They had talked for hours, and when he asked if he could visit her at her home, she had agreed.
Now, as he stood watching her, Priya felt a heat rising within her. She wanted him, this stranger from a far-off land. She wanted him to touch her, to taste her, to make her scream with pleasure.
He must have sensed her desire, for he began to move towards her, his eyes locked on hers. He climbed onto the bed, and Priya felt her heart racing as he leaned in to kiss her.
Their lips met, and Priya moaned with pleasure. His kiss was gentle, yet passionate, and she could feel the heat building between them. His hands roamed over her body, and Priya arched her back, pressing herself against him.
He began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin. Priya gasped as he nibbled on her earlobe, her body trembling with desire. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
His hands continued to explore her body, and Priya felt herself growing wetter with each passing moment. He slipped a hand between her legs, and she cried out as he began to stroke her clit.
Priya was lost in pleasure, her hips bucking against his hand as he continued to touch her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she begged him to make her cum.
He obliged, and Priya screamed as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She lay there, panting and spent, as he leaned in to kiss her again.
But Priya wasn’t done yet. She wanted more, and she reached down to stroke his cock. It was hard and thick in her hand, and she could feel the heat radiating off of it.
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She guided his cock inside of her, and Priya moaned as she began to ride him.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Priya leaned back, her body moving in time with his. She could feel another orgasm building, and she rode him harder and faster.
Priya came again, and this time, the man followed her over the edge. He groaned as he filled her with his cum, and Priya collapsed on top of him, spent and satisfied.
They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined, before the man finally pulled out of her. Priya smiled as she watched him get dressed, and she knew that she would never forget this encounter.
As he left, Priya couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. She knew that she would never see him again, but she would always remember the way he made her feel.
And as she lay there, alone in her bed, Priya couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever experience such pleasure again.
