In the heart of Mumbai, a woman named Priya lived. She was a woman of striking beauty, with her long, black hair cascading down her back and her voluptuous figure. She was a woman who knew her allure and was unafraid to use it.
One evening, as Priya was taking a leisurely bath, she heard a knock on her door. She wrapped herself in a towel and went to answer it, finding a young man named Rohan standing on her doorstep. He was a friend of a friend and had come to visit.
Priya invited him in, and they sat and talked for a while. As the evening wore on, Priya could feel the tension between them growing. She knew that Rohan was attracted to her, and she found herself drawn to him as well.
She stood up and walked over to where Rohan was sitting. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Follow me.”
She led him to her bedroom and turned to face him. She let the towel drop to the floor, revealing her naked body. Rohan’s eyes widened in surprise and desire.
Priya took Rohan’s hand and placed it on her breast. She could feel his heart racing as he began to caress her. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwining.
She pulled away and led him to the bed, where they lay down together. Priya’s hand drifted down Rohan’s body, and she began to stroke his cock through his pants. She could feel him growing hard beneath her touch.
Priya slowly unzipped Rohan’s pants and pulled them down, freeing his erection. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it, watching as Rohan’s head fell back in pleasure.
She leaned down and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock. Rohan moaned in pleasure, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Priya’s hair.
