In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was an Indian beauty, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back, and a body that was both curvaceous and strong. Every day, she would walk to the market, her hips swaying with each step, her long hair brushing against her bare back. Men would turn their heads as she passed, their eyes drawn to her luscious form.
One day, as Priya was walking home from the market, she noticed a man following her. He was a foreigner, with fair skin and bright blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, with a confident air about him. Priya quickened her pace, but the man kept following her. Finally, she turned around and confronted him.
“What do you want?” she demanded, her voice laced with anger.
The man looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “I want you,” he said simply.
Priya was taken aback. She had never been approached so boldly by a man before. But there was something about this stranger that made her heart race. She looked at him, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“Why should I want you?” she asked, her voice softer now.
The man smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Because I can give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced before,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never had a man talk to her like this before. She was intrigued.
“How do you know I haven’t experienced pleasure before?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. “I can tell,” he said, his voice filled with confidence. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re hungry for it.”
Priya felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She couldn’t deny it. She was hungry for pleasure, for release.
“Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Show me.”
The man smiled, his eyes filled with excitement. He took Priya’s hand and led her to his hotel room. As soon as they were inside, he pulled her close and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, and Priya felt herself melting into him.
The man’s hands began to explore Priya’s body, caressing her curves, teasing her nipples. Priya let out a soft moan as the man’s fingers found her clit. He rubbed her gently, his fingers moving in slow circles.
Priya felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing. And then, with one final stroke, she came.
“Oh god,” she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure.
The man smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “That’s just the beginning,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
He picked Priya up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. Then, he climbed on top of her and entered her.
Priya let out a soft moan as the man’s cock filled her. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Priya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
The man’s thrusts became more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. Priya could feel herself getting close to another orgasm. And then, with one final thrust, the man came, filling her with his seed.
Priya lay there, her body spent, her mind reeling. She had never experienced anything like this before. She looked up at the man, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The man smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “Anytime,” he said.
And with that, he rolled off her and pulled her close. Priya snuggled against him, her body still trembling with pleasure. She knew she would never forget this night, this man, this experience.
As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures this man could show her. She knew she would have to find out.
