In the heart of bustling Mumbai, a woman named Priya lived. She was a striking figure, with her raven black hair cascading down her back and her voluptuous curves. She was a proud Indian woman, with caramel skin and dark, expressive eyes. She was a successful businesswoman, but she had a secret life that she kept hidden from the world.
One night, as she sat in her high-rise apartment, she received a mysterious message. It was from a man named Ravi, a wealthy and powerful man who had always intrigued her. He invited her to his penthouse for a drink, and she couldn’t resist.
She arrived at his apartment, dressed in a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves. He greeted her at the door, and she could feel the chemistry between them. He poured her a glass of wine, and they sat on his plush couch, making small talk.
But as the night wore on, the tension between them grew. He leaned in closer, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Priya.”
She turned to face him, and they shared a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, and she could feel herself getting wet. She reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling it grow in her hand.
They moved to the bedroom, and he slowly undressed her, revealing her bare skin. He admired her full breasts and her round ass. He kissed her neck, and she moaned with pleasure.
He moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing them with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
