The night was warm and still, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. In the dim glow of a single oil lamp, a woman stood, her raven-black hair cascading down her bare back like a waterfall of ink. She was a vision of beauty, with curves that could make a saint sin, and a thick mane of hair that begged to be touched.
Her name was Priya, an Indian babe of 22 years, with a body that was made for sin. She had always been a curious one, exploring her own desires and the desires of others. She had heard tales of the pleasures that could be found in the arms of a lover, and she longed to experience them for herself.
As she stood there, lost in thought, she heard a soft knock at the door. She turned, her heart racing, and opened it to reveal a man, a stranger, with eyes that burned with desire.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Priya nodded, unable to speak, and stepped aside to let him enter. He was a tall, handsome man, with a muscular build and a rugged charm that she found irresistible.
Without a word, he closed the distance between them, and his hands reached out to touch her face. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, and she shivered with anticipation. He leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual dance.
His hands roamed her body, and she could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned softly as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, causing it to harden.
He broke the kiss, and his lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She threw her head back, exposing more of her neck to him, and let out a soft cry of pleasure.
He reached behind her, and his fingers found the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy lingerie.
He knelt before her, and his hands reached up to caress her thighs. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, and she could feel herself growing wet with desire.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust, and his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down, and she stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked before him.
He stood up, and his hands reached around to cup her ass. He pulled her close, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her stomach.
He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the bed, and laid her down, his body covering hers.
His lips found hers again, and their tongues danced together as he reached down to touch her. His fingers found her wet and ready, and he slipped one inside her. She moaned, and her hips bucked against his hand.
He added another finger, and began to move them in and out of her, building a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. She could feel the pressure building inside her, and she knew she was close.
He broke the kiss, and his lips trailed down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, to her hips, and finally to her sex. She cried out as his tongue found her clit, and he began to lick and suck, driving her wild.
She could feel the orgasm building, and she grabbed onto the bedsheets, her hips bucking as he continued to lick and suck. She cried out as the orgasm hit her, waves of pleasure washing over her as she rode it out.
He crawled back up her body, and his lips found hers again. She could taste herself on his lips, and she found it incredibly erotic.
He reached down, and his fingers found her entrance again. He slipped them inside her, and she could feel herself growing wet again. He added a third finger, and she moaned as he began to move them in and out of her.
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