In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her black hair splayed across the pillow. She was a thick, Indian beauty, with caramel skin that glowed in the moonlight filtering through her window. Her body was a temple, and she was the goddess who ruled it.
Priya had been thinking about him all day, ever since she had seen him at the market. His name was Ravi, a tall, muscular man with piercing brown eyes and a smile that could melt her heart. She had fantasized about him, about what it would be like to have him touch her, to feel his hands on her body.
As she lay in bed, her fingers found their way to her breasts, cupping them, teasing her nipples until they hardened. She let out a soft moan, her mind still on Ravi. She imagined his hands on her, his lips on her nipples, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach.
Her hand continued its journey, slipping between her legs, finding her wet and ready. She began to circle her clit, her breath hitching as she thought about Ravi’s cock, thick and hard, pushing inside her. She imagined him taking her from behind, his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrust deep inside her.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Could it be? She wrapped a sheet around her body and opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw Ravi standing there, his eyes dark with desire.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I had to see you.”
Without a word, Priya pulled him inside, her body pressed against his. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Ravi’s hands found Priya’s breasts, teasing her nipples as she moaned into his mouth.
He picked her up, his hands beneath her ass, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. He kissed a trail down her neck, across her chest, and down her stomach. His tongue swirled around her navel, making her gasp with pleasure.
Ravi hooked his fingers in the sheet, pulling it away from her body. His eyes widened as he saw her naked, her body ready for him. He knelt between her legs, his hands parting her thighs. He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit, licking and teasing her until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please,” she begged, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need you inside me.”
Ravi didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and hard. He pushed inside her, her body welcoming him. He started to move, slow at first, but then faster as Priya begged for more.
He took her from behind, just as she had imagined. His hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrust deep inside her. She moaned with pleasure, her body moving in time with his.
“Yes, Ravi,” she cried out. “Harder, harder.”
He gave her what she wanted, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as she neared her climax.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his thighs.
Ravi reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He began to circle it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. Priya’s body tensed, her back arching as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Ravi wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he came. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other. They didn’t need to say anything. They had found what they had been looking for, in each other.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their hands and mouths never still. They tried different positions, each one more satisfying than the last. And when the first light of dawn began to creep through the window, they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies spent, their hearts full.
They knew they had something special, something few people ever found. They had found each other, and they weren’t going to let go.
