In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin lay alone in her bed. She was a voluptuous Indian woman, with curves in all the right places. Her name was Priya, and she was a thick, nude Indian babe who couldn’t resist the allure of her own body.
Priya ran her hands over her body, feeling the softness of her own skin. She cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. She let out a soft moan as she traced her fingers down her stomach, stopping just above the patch of hair that covered her most intimate of places.
She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body. She thought of his strong fingers, tracing a path down her body, stopping to tease her nipples before continuing down to her wet and waiting pussy.
Priya let out a soft gasp as she slipped her fingers between her folds, feeling the slickness of her own arousal. She began to rub slow circles around her clit, letting the pleasure build within her.
But as good as her own touch felt, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted a man’s cock, filling her up and taking her to new heights of pleasure.
She heard a soft creak as the door to her room opened, and her heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes, expecting to see a burglar or an intruder, but instead, she saw a man standing in the doorway.
He was tall and dark, with piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He was dressed all in black, and Priya couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
