In the heart of Delhi, in a dimly lit rooftop garden, a woman stood with her back facing the moonlight. The black hair cascading down her shoulders glistened with the soft glow of the moon, revealing her true beauty. She was a woman of great stature, with curves that could only be described as voluptuous. Her thick figure was a testament to her Indian heritage, and she wore it with pride. She was no ordinary woman; she was a goddess, and her name was Priya.
Priya had been standing at the edge of the rooftop, lost in her thoughts, when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find a handsome stranger, his eyes filled with desire. He was a tall, dark, and handsome man, with a muscular build that made Priya’s heart race. He was an outsider, a foreigner, and yet she felt a strange connection to him.
“May I join you?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Priya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never felt this way before, and yet she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards this stranger.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Priya’s breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a passionate rhythm. Priya’s hands found their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the hard muscles that lay beneath his shirt. She let out a soft moan as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Priya’s head fell back as he nibbled on her earlobe, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel his hands on her body, caressing her curves, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch.
He reached around and unclasped her bra, his hands cupping her breasts. Priya let out a soft moan as he teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She could feel herself growing wet, her body aching for him.
He took her hand and led her to a nearby chaise lounge. They lay down, their bodies entwined, as he continued to explore her body. His lips found her nipples, his tongue teasing them to hard peaks. Priya let out a soft moan as he sucked on them, her back arching off the chaise lounge.
He trailed his lips down her body, his tongue swirling around her navel. Priya’s breath hitched as she felt his tongue delve lower, teasing her inner thighs. She let out a soft gasp as she felt his tongue on her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance.
He entered her slowly, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet folds. Priya’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as he quickened his pace, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her muscles tensing as she prepared for release.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, entering her slowly. Priya let out a soft moan as he filled her, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his thrusts deep and hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Priya’s nails dug into his back as she met his thrusts, her body aching for more. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her muscles tensing as she prepared for release. With one final thrust, she fell over the edge, her body shaking as she came.
He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside of her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.
As the moon began to set, Priya and the stranger lay there, their bodies spent. They had shared something special, something that they would never forget. It was a night of passion, a night of pleasure, and a night that they would cherish forever.
And as the sun began to rise, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. A journey of passion, pleasure, and love. A journey that would last a lifetime.
