It was a warm summer evening when I first laid eyes on her. She was a stunning Indian woman, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. I couldn’t help but stare as she walked past me, completely naked and unashamed.
I introduced myself, and we quickly hit it off. Her name was Priya, and she was visiting from India for a few months. We spent the evening talking and laughing, and I found myself increasingly drawn to her.
As the night wore on, our conversation became more and more flirtatious. I could feel the tension building between us, and I knew that I wanted her. But I also knew that I had to take it slow – Priya was a traditional Indian woman, and I didn’t want to rush her.
I leaned in close, our faces just inches apart. I could feel her breath on my lips as I whispered, “Priya, I want you. I want to make love to you.”
She looked at me with wide eyes, surprised by my directness. But I could see the desire in her gaze, and I knew that she felt the same way.
Slowly, she nodded her head, and I took that as my cue. I leaned in and kissed her, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.
Our clothes quickly came off, and we tumbled into bed. I trailed kisses down her neck and shoulders, making my way to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Priya moaned with pleasure, her hands tangled in my hair.
I moved lower, kissing her stomach and hips. I could feel her trembling with anticipation as I reached her thighs. I parted her legs and buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit.
Priya cried out with pleasure, her hips bucking against my face. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. She was ready for me.
I climbed on top of her, positioning myself at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded, and I slid inside her, filling her completely.
We moved together, our bodies in sync. I thrust into her, hard and deep. Priya wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer.
We changed positions, trying out different angles and rhythms. We fucked in missionary, cowgirl, and doggy style. We explored every inch of each other’s bodies, learning what made the other moan with pleasure.
As we approached climax, our moans grew louder and more insistent. “Yes, fuck me harder,” Priya panted. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”
I pounded into her, feeling my own orgasm building. “Come for me, Priya,” I growled. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
With a final thrust, I came inside her, filling her with my seed. Priya followed soon after, her pussy clenching around me as she cried out in ecstasy.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
“Thank you, Priya,” I whispered. “That was incredible.”
She looked up at me, a small smile on her lips. “Yes, it was,” she agreed.
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined and our hearts full of love.
