In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. She was nude, her curves on full display. Her thick body was the epitome of Indian beauty, with her full hips and ample breasts. She was a woman who knew her power and wasn’t afraid to use it.
Her name was Priya, and she was a woman of 25 summers. She was a woman who had been admired for her beauty all her life, but she had never let it define her. She was intelligent, witty, and fiercely independent. She had never met a man who could match her in intellect or passion, until now.
His name was Ravi, and he was a man of 30 winters. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing dark eyes and a muscular build. He was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. And what he wanted was Priya.
He had met her at a party, and they had hit it off immediately. They had spent the evening talking and laughing, and he had found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn’t explain. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, and he was determined to have her.
He had followed her to her room, and now he stood behind her, his hands on her hips. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she shivered with anticipation. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I want you, Priya. I want you so badly.”
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with desire. “I want you too, Ravi,” she said, her voice husky with longing.
He kissed her then, a deep, passionate kiss that made her heart race. His hands were everywhere, caressing her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She moaned as he touched her, her body responding to his touch with a will of its own.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands continued to roam over her body. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his hard cock against her wet pussy.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, making her moan with pleasure. He kissed his way down to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it gently. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth, wanting more.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand played with the first one. She was moaning and writhing beneath him, her body on fire with desire. He moved down further, kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
He reached her pussy, and he could smell her arousal. He licked her, once, twice, and she cried out with pleasure. He licked her some more, his tongue exploring her folds, tasting her sweetness. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him, her body begging for more.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped. He added another finger, and she moaned. He started to move his fingers in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed her clit. She was moaning louder now, her body tensing as she got closer to her orgasm.
He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, and he knew she was close. He increased the pace, and she cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He waited until she came down from her high before he moved up and entered her. She was still wet from her orgasm, and he slid in easily. She wrapped her legs around him again, pulling him deeper inside her.
He started to move, slowly at first, but then faster as she urged him on. He was moaning now, his body responding to the feel of her tight pussy around his cock. She was moaning too, her body moving in time with his.
He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he was close. He increased his pace, and she cried out as she came again, her pussy clenching around his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined. He kissed her again, a gentle kiss, and she smiled up at him. “I
“`perl never knew it could be like that,” she said, her voice soft.
“Neither did I,” he replied, his own voice husky with emotion.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that they had found something special, something rare. They had found a connection that went beyond words, beyond intellect, beyond anything they had ever known.
And they knew that they would never let it go. “`
