In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair and caramel skin stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. She was an Indian beauty, full-figured and curvaceous, with a thick waist that begged to be caressed. Her name was Priya, a 25-year-old architect who had recently moved into the apartment complex.
Raj, a 30-year-old software engineer, had noticed her the moment she moved in. He had seen her a few times in the hallway, but they had never spoken. He couldn’t help but admire her from afar, her curves and the way she carried herself with such grace and confidence.
One evening, as he was returning home from work, he saw Priya standing by her door, looking lost. He approached her, offering his assistance. They struck up a conversation, and before they knew it, they were standing in her apartment, chatting like old friends.
As the night wore on, the conversation became more intimate. They spoke about their dreams, desires, and fears. Priya confessed that she had always been drawn to Raj, but had never had the courage to approach him.
Raj, feeling emboldened, leaned in and kissed her. Priya responded, her lips parting to welcome his tongue. They stood there, kissing passionately, their bodies pressed against each other.
Raj’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Priya moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Raj trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobes and making her shiver with pleasure.
He knelt before her, lifting her saree to reveal her smooth, brown legs. He kissed her inner thighs, teasing her with his tongue. Priya gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.
Raj slowly parted her legs, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet nectar. Priya cried out, her hips bucking as he explored her folds. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her clit.
Priya was on the brink of ecstasy, her moans filling the room. Raj stood up, his cock straining against his pants. He undressed, his eyes never leaving Priya’s.
