It was a humid summer evening when I first laid eyes on her. She was a stunning Indian woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her luscious curves were accentuated by the clingy dress she wore, and I couldn’t help but stare.
I approached her at the bar, and we struck up a conversation. Her name was Priya, and she was every bit as captivating as I had imagined. We flirted and laughed, and before I knew it, we were outside, sharing a cab back to my place.
As soon as we walked through the door, Priya’s seductive nature took over. She pressed her body against mine, and I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric of her dress. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and I knew that this was going to be a night to remember.
We made our way to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. Priya stood before me, completely naked and unashamed of her thick, curvy body. I couldn’t help but stare at her full breasts and round hips, and she smiled as she saw my reaction.
Priya pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Her kisses became more urgent as she ground her hips against mine. I could feel her wetness through the fabric of my boxers, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She slipped her hand into my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I moaned as she began to stroke me, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. She leaned down and took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my shaft.
I reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers. Priya moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. She continued to suck and stroke me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
But I wasn’t ready for it to end yet. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, teasing her with my tongue. Priya moaned and writhed beneath me, her hips bucking as she begged for more.
I licked her pussy, tasting her sweetness on my tongue. She was so wet, so ready for me. I slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them up to hit her G-spot. Priya cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came hard.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I climbed on top of her, my cock pressed against her entrance. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, and I could see the desire in her gaze. I pushed inside her, slowly at first, then harder and faster as she wrapped her legs around me.
We moved together in a primal rhythm, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, pulling me deeper inside her. Priya moaned and screamed, her fingers digging into my back as she came again and again.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep inside her as I came hard. Priya cried out, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from me.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies entwined. The sweat cooled on our skin as we basked in the afterglow of our passion.
It was a night I would never forget, a night of passion with the alluring Indian babe.
