In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived alone in a small apartment. She was a 28-year-old Indian beauty, with long black hair that cascaded down her back, and a thick, voluptuous figure that she took great pride in. Tonight, she was home alone, and she decided to make the most of it.
Priya stripped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her body. Her dark skin glowed in the dim light of the room, and she ran her hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her own touch. She turned to the side, examining her round bottom, and smiled.
She walked over to the bed, and lay down on her back, her legs spread wide. She reached down between her legs, and began to touch herself. Her fingers found her clit, and she began to rub it in slow circles. She closed her eyes, and let out a soft moan.
As she touched herself, she imagined a man there with her. He was someone she had met at a party a few weeks ago, a tall, handsome man with a wicked smile. She had been attracted to him from the moment they met, and they had spent the night flirting and dancing together. But they had never taken it any further than that, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She imagined his hands on her body, touching her in all the right places. She imagined his mouth on her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples. She imagined his cock inside her, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure.
As she thought about him, she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a loud moan, she came.
She lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, her body still tingling with pleasure. And then she heard a noise.
She sat up, her heart racing. She listened, but she couldn’t hear anything. She told herself she was just imagining things, that it was nothing. But then she heard it again.
She got out of bed, and walked over to the door. She opened it slowly, and peeked out into the hallway. And that’s when she saw him.
He was standing there, in the hallway, watching her. He had a mischievous smile on his face, and he was completely naked.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, stepping closer to her. “I had to come back.”
Priya’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. She had wanted this man for weeks, and now here he was, standing in front of her, ready and willing.
He reached out and touched her face, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she moaned with desire.
He picked her up and carried her back to the bed, laying her down on her back. He knelt between her legs, and began to kiss her thighs, working his way up to her pussy. She was already wet, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
He began to lick her, his tongue flicking at her clit. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He licked and sucked at her, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.
She could feel herself getting close to orgasm again, and she begged him to fuck her. He stood up and positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and hard. He pushed inside her, and she gasped with pleasure.
He began to fuck her, hard and fast. She could feel every inch of him, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure. He reached down and pinched her nipples, and she cried out with pleasure.
He fucked her for what seemed like hours, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. And then, with a final thrust, he came inside her, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies still tangled together. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that they would never forget this night, this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The end.
