In a dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair sat on the edge of a bed. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty in her early thirties. She was nude, her back facing the door. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, resting on her bare back. The curves of her body were accentuated by the soft light, her voluptuous figure beckoning.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall, handsome stranger. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Priya, her almond-shaped eyes closed in anticipation. He approached her, running his fingers down her spine, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Priya turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones. She smiled, her full lips curling up in a seductive grin.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth with an urgency that made her heart race. His hands wandered, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Priya moaned, her body arching towards him. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. Her other hand found its way to his crotch, feeling the hardness beneath his jeans.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. He stood up, pulling off his shirt. Priya’s eyes widened as she took in his muscular physique, her hands reaching out to touch him.
He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. His lips found her neck, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe. Priya’s hands roamed his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers stroking her wetness. Priya moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit.
Priya’s breathing quickened, her moans growing louder. She begged him for more, her hands pulling him closer. He obliged, his lips finding hers again.
He entered her, his cock filling her completely. Priya cried out, her nails digging into his back. He started slowly, his thrusts steady and deep. Priya met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in sync.
Their moans filled the room, their bodies slick with sweat. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder. Priya’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Priya whispered, her head resting on his chest.
He smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
“Neither have I,” he replied, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.
They lay there, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating in sync. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other.
