In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven black hair stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the shimmering city lights. She was a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the room. Her name was Priya, a 25-year-old Indian woman with a thick, voluptuous figure that had always turned heads.
Behind her, Aryan, a tall and handsome man with chiseled features and a muscular build, admired her from the bed. His eyes traced the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the roundness of her ass. He had been seducing her all evening, and now, as they stood on the brink of passion, he could hardly contain his desire.
Aryan stood up and approached Priya from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled of jasmine and sandalwood, a heady mix that made his head spin.
Priya leaned back into Aryan’s embrace, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it as much as he did. She turned her head, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual dance.
Aryan’s hands began to wander, caressing Priya’s breasts and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. He slid his hand up her thigh, hiking up her dress and exposing her bare ass.
Priya stepped out of her dress, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy lingerie. Aryan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his cock growing harder by the second. He reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Priya turned around, her eyes locked on Aryan’s as she reached behind her back and unclasped her thong. She let it fall to the floor, standing before him in all her naked glory.
Aryan’s hands were all over her, caressing her breasts, her ass, and her thighs. He kissed her neck, her ears, and her nipples, his tongue teasing and tasting her skin.
Priya’s moans grew louder as Aryan’s fingers found their way between her legs. He stroked her clit, feeling her wetness coat his fingers. She was ready for him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back. He knelt between her legs and spread them apart, his eyes fixed on her pussy. It was wet and glistening, the lips swollen with desire.
Aryan leaned down and kissed her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her. Priya moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She was close, and he could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers.
With one final flick of his tongue, Priya came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body like a tidal wave. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Aryan climbed up her body, his cock pressing against her pussy. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, but she wanted him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, guiding his cock into her.
He filled her completely, his cock hitting her deep inside. She moaned as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the room. Aryan reached down and pinched Priya’s nipples, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and he increased his pace, driving into her harder and deeper.
Priya came again, her pussy clenching around Aryan’s cock as she cried out his name. He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and covered in a sheen of pleasure. Aryan wrapped his arms around Priya, pulling her close as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined.
The end.
