In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven-black hair and an hourglass figure strode confidently down the streets. She was an Indian babe, her black hair cascading down her back in waves, her curves accentuated by the fitted dress she wore. Her name was Priya, and she was a woman of great beauty and allure.
Priya was on her way to meet a man she had been chatting with online for weeks. They had never met in person, but the chemistry between them was palpable. His name was Ravi, and he was a successful businessman from Mumbai. He had told her that he would be in New Delhi for a few days on business, and they had made plans to meet.
As she arrived at the hotel where they were to meet, Priya felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She had never done anything like this before, but something about Ravi had drawn her in. She made her way to the bar, her heart racing with anticipation.
When she saw him, she knew immediately that he was the one. He was even more handsome in person than his pictures had suggested, with piercing dark eyes and a strong jaw. They exchanged greetings, and then, without a word, he took her hand and led her to his hotel room.
Once inside, the tension between them was electric. They stood for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, before Ravi pulled Priya close and kissed her deeply. His lips were soft and warm, and she responded eagerly, her body melting against his.
As they kissed, Ravi’s hands began to explore Priya’s body. He ran his fingers through her hair, down her back, and over her curves. She moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she knew that she wanted him.
Ravi broke the kiss, his dark eyes burning with desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Priya nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want you too.”
Ravi took her hand and led her to the bed. He undressed her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable, as he stripped off his own clothes.
He took her in his arms again, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. She could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against her stomach, and she knew that she wanted it inside her.
Ravi lay her down on the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands caressed her breasts. She moaned, her body arching towards him, wanting more.
He moved down, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and over her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out, her back arching as pleasure shot through her body.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down her stomach. He kissed her hips, her thighs, before his mouth found her pussy. She gasped as he licked her, his tongue exploring her folds, before focusing on her clit. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Just as she was about to cum, he stopped. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, and he smiled. “Not yet,” he said. “I want to be inside you when you cum.”
He moved up, his cock pressing against her entrance. She moaned, her body begging for him to enter her. He did, slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her.
They began to move together, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. He thrust into her, hard and deep, and she met him stroke for stroke. They moaned and gasped, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release.
Finally, they reached it, their orgasms crashing over them like a wave. They cried out, their bodies shuddering with pleasure, as they came together.
They lay together, spent and sated, their bodies entwined. They knew that this was just the beginning, and they looked forward to many more nights like this one.
