In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived alone in a small apartment. She was an Indian beauty with thick black hair that cascaded down her back, and a curvaceous figure that turned heads. One night, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that had crept in. She longed for connection, for intimacy.
As she lay there, she heard a soft knock at her window. She got out of bed and looked out to see a man standing there, his face obscured by the darkness. Intrigued, she opened the window and let him in.
He was a stranger, but there was something about him that made her feel safe. He had dark hair and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He was tall and muscular, and she could see the outline of his cock through his pants.
Without a word, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed her body. She responded eagerly, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He began to undress her, his fingers tracing a path down her body as he revealed her soft, creamy skin. She stood before him, completely naked, her thick curves on display.
He kissed her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe as his hands cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
He then moved down her body, licking and nibbling at her nipples as his fingers found their way to her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers as he slid them inside her.
She moaned with pleasure as he fingered her, his thumb circling her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
But just as she was about to cum, he stopped. He looked up at her with a wicked smile and stood up. He undressed, revealing his hard cock.
