In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft glow on her caramel skin. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the middle of her back in thick, luscious waves. She was nude, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the gentle light.
Ravi had been admiring her from afar for weeks. Her name was Priya, a stunning Indian beauty who had recently moved into the apartment complex. He had often seen her in the hallways, her hair swaying gently as she walked, her curves mesmerizing him from a distance. Tonight, he had mustered up the courage to invite her over for a drink, and she had accepted.
As they sat on the couch, sipping their wine, Ravi couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards her. He found himself stealing glances at her full lips, her high cheekbones, and her dark, expressive eyes. He longed to run his fingers through her hair, to feel her soft skin against his own.
Priya, too, felt the tension building between them. She had noticed Ravi’s lingering gaze, his subtle attempts to make conversation. She found herself drawn to him, his dark eyes and chiseled jawline making her heart race. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear.
“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. “Would you like to see more of me?”
Ravi’s heart skipped a beat. He nodded, unable to speak. Priya stood up, her hips swaying seductively as she walked towards the bedroom. Ravi followed, his eyes fixed on her curves.
In the bedroom, Priya turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. She reached behind her head, untying her hair and letting it cascade down her back. Ravi’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in her beauty.
Without a word, Priya began to undress him, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. He responded eagerly, his hands wandering down her body.
They tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined. Ravi’s hands roamed over her curves, his fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. Priya moaned softly, her back arching as he touched her.
Ravi’s mouth found her neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down her collarbone. He nibbled gently on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. Priya’s hands wandered down his body, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock.
Ravi gasped as she took him in her hand, her fingers gripping him tightly. She stroked him gently, her thumb rubbing small circles over the tip. Ravi’s hips bucked, his body begging for more.
Priya obliged, her mouth closing over his cock. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the tip. Ravi groaned, his hands gripping the sheets as she took him deeper and deeper.
But Ravi wanted more. He wanted to feel her, to be inside her. He pulled away, his hands gripping her hips. He flipped her over, her back facing him. He entered her slowly, his cock sliding in easily.
Priya moaned, her back arching as he filled her. Ravi began to move, his hips thrusting gently at first, then harder and faster. Priya met him thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans filling the room. Ravi’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. Priya’s nails scraped down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake.
Ravi’s climax approached, his hips thrusting harder and faster. Priya could feel it, the tension building in his body. She urged him on, her moans growing louder.
With a final thrust, Ravi came, his cock pulsing inside her. Priya followed, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined. Then, Priya turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Again?” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
Ravi smiled, his answer clear without words. They began again, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time.
