Radhika was a stunning Indian woman with a thick, voluptuous figure. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her caramel skin glowed with an inner radiance. She stood before the full-length mirror on the wall, admiring her reflection as she stripped off her clothes, revealing her curvaceous figure. She ran her hands over her full breasts, pinching her nipples gently, before trailing them down her stomach and to the junction between her thighs. She let out a soft moan as she touched herself, feeling the heat and wetness pooling there.
As she stood there, lost in her own thoughts, she heard the door to her apartment creak open. She spun around, her heart racing as she saw her neighbor, Arjun, standing in the doorway. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing dark eyes and a chiseled jawline. He smiled at her, his eyes roving over her naked body hungrily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I just wanted to see if you needed any help with your groceries.”
