In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived alone in a small apartment. She was a 28-year-old Indian woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back. Her curves were full and inviting, and she had a certain allure that was impossible to ignore.
One night, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that had been plaguing her for weeks. She decided to take matters into her own hands and reached for her vibrator. As she closed her eyes and began to touch herself, she heard a soft knock at the door.
Priya’s heart raced as she got out of bed and walked towards the door. She looked through the peephole and saw a tall, handsome man standing in the hallway. He was a stranger, but there was something about him that made her feel safe.
She opened the door, and before she could say a word, the man spoke. “I saw you through the window,” he said in a low, husky voice. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are.”
Priya’s heart skipped a beat. She had never been approached by a stranger like this before, but there was something about this man that made her feel desired.
“Come in,” she said, opening the door wider.
The man stepped inside, and Priya closed the door behind him. He looked at her with a hungry gaze, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Without a word, the man pulled Priya close and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth, and she responded with equal passion.
