In the heart of bustling Mumbai, there was a woman named Priya. She was a stunning Indian beauty with thick curves and long, black hair that cascaded down her back. Her caramel-colored skin was flawless, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes held a mysterious allure. She was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and sharp tongue. But beneath that tough exterior, she craved the touch of a man who could handle her.
One evening, after a long day of work, Priya decided to take a relaxing bath. She poured herself a glass of red wine, undressed, and stepped into the steaming water. The bubbles caressed her full breasts and the curve of her hips as she sank deeper into the tub. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment.
As she relaxed, she couldn’t help but think about the handsome stranger she had met at a business meeting earlier that day. His name was Ravi, and he was a successful entrepreneur from Delhi. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing hazel eyes, and a body that was toned from years of martial arts training. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at her, with a hunger in his eyes that made her heart race.
