The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her black hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the moonlight. A thick, Indian woman, she was what some might call a babe. Her name was Priya, and she was 22 years old.
Priya heard a soft knock at the door. She turned to see Ravi, a man she had been seeing for a few weeks. He was also Indian, with dark hair and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He was 25 years old, and he was everything Priya wanted in a man.
Ravi stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He took in the sight of Priya, his eyes roving over her curves with desire. He walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
Priya tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on her skin. He nibbled and licked, making his way down to her collarbone.
Priya reached behind her, running her hands over Ravi’s firm ass. She pulled him closer, grinding her hips against his. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Ravi’s hands roamed over Priya’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Priya gasped, her knees weakening. Ravi caught her, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, his eyes roving over her body. He started at her feet, kissing and licking his way up her legs. He spent extra time on her thighs, nibbling and sucking on the soft skin.
Priya moaned, her hips bucking as Ravi’s mouth got closer to her pussy. She could feel her wetness coating her thighs, and she knew she was ready for him.
