In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood by the window, her silhouette outlined by the setting sun. She was nude, her Indian skin glowing in the fading light. Her name was Priya, a young woman of 23, with a body that could make any man’s heart race.
Raj, a man of 25, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Priya. He had been trying to woo her for weeks, and tonight, he could feel the tension between them. He walked up to her, his hands reaching out to touch her shoulders.
“Priya,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. She turned to look at him, her dark eyes filled with desire. She did not speak, but her body language said it all. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Raj’s hands moved from her shoulders, tracing a path down her arms, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, his hardness against her softness. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Raj’s hands found Priya’s breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Priya moaned into the kiss, her hands running through Raj’s hair.
Raj’s lips moved down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Priya archived her back, her hands on Raj’s head, holding him to her breast.
Raj’s hand trailed down Priya’s body, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He circled her clit, causing Priya to gasp and moan. He slid a finger into her, then two, pumping in and out, matching the rhythm of Priya’s hips.
Priya was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against Raj’s hand. Raj could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her orgasm building. He increased his pace, his thumb still circling her clit.
