In the heart of Mumbai, a city that never sleeps, lived a woman named Priya. She was an Indian beauty with thick, raven-black hair that cascaded down her back, reaching the curve of her hips. Her olive skin glowed under the moonlight that streamed in through her window, painting her room in a soft, seductive hue.
Priya had always been a sensual creature, unashamed of her body and the pleasure it could bring. She stood naked in front of the mirror, her eyes roaming over her curves, her fingers tracing the lines of her body. She was a goddess in her own right, and she knew it.
Tonight, she felt a hunger that only one man could satisfy – Ravi, her neighbor. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing dark eyes and a body carved from stone. They had been flirting for weeks, their attraction growing stronger with each stolen glance and teasing smile.
She decided to pay him a visit. Quietly, she slipped out of her apartment, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could hear the faint sound of music coming from his place, a soft melody that seemed to echo her own desires.
She knocked on his door, her breath hitching as she heard his footsteps approach. When he opened, his eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire. He took in her naked form, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and the curve of her hips.
“Priya,” he breathed, his voice husky. “You’re stunning.”
She stepped closer, her hand reaching up to trace his jawline. “I want you, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn’t need any more invitation. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was hungry and desperate, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. His fingers trailed down her stomach, reaching her wetness. He groaned as he felt how ready she was for him.
“You’re so wet for me, Priya,” he murmured, his fingers circling her clit.
She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, Ravi…please…”
He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes feasting on her naked body. He knelt between her legs, his fingers still working her clit. She was writhing beneath him, her moans filling the room.
He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers. She cried out as he licked her, her hips bucking off the bed. He held her down, his mouth working her until she was panting, on the brink of an orgasm.
But he didn’t let her come. Not yet. He climbed up her body, his cock pressing against her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
“Please, Ravi,” she whispered.
