It was a warm summer evening when I first met Priya, a thick and stunning Indian woman with long, black hair. She was standing at the bar, sipping on a glass of red wine, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After a few moments of hesitation, I approached her and struck up a conversation.
Priya was a successful businesswoman, confident and self-assured. She had an air of mystery about her, and I was intrigued. We talked for hours, and as the night wore on, the chemistry between us grew stronger. I could feel the tension building, and I knew that I had to have her.
I invited Priya back to my place, and she accepted. As soon as we walked through the door, we were all over each other. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and our hands explored each other’s bodies. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and I knew that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
We made our way to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her naked body. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, and her curves were luscious and inviting. I couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her.
We started with some gentle foreplay, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. I ran my fingers through her long, black hair and down her back, causing her to shiver with pleasure. She moaned softly as I kissed and nibbled on her earlobes, and she gasped as I stimulated her nipples with my fingers and tongue.
I could feel her getting wetter by the second, and I knew that she was ready for more. I gently parted her legs and started licking her pussy, making her moan even louder. I could feel her muscles contracting with pleasure as I inserted a finger, then two, into her tight hole.
She begged me to fuck her, and I was more than happy to oblige. I positioned myself behind her and entered her from behind, causing her to cry out with pleasure. I started off slow, but as she begged for more, I increased my pace, driving deeper and harder into her.
We tried different positions throughout the night, each one more intense and passionate than the last. We ended up in the missionary position, with me on top of her, looking into her eyes as I thrust into her. I could see the pleasure and desire in her eyes, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
As we reached our climax, we both cried out with pleasure, our bodies shaking with the intensity of our orgasms. We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined in a sweaty mess. It was a night of passion that I would never forget.
As the sun began to rise, Priya got dressed and left, leaving me with a smile on my face and a longing in my heart. I knew that I had found something special with her, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.
