The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet corner of the rooftop, a woman with thick black hair stood, looking out at the view. She was nude, her curves bathed in the silvery light. A faint breeze played with her hair, making it dance around her shoulders. She was an Indian woman, exotic and alluring. Her name was Priya, and she was a vision of beauty.
Priya heard a soft footstep behind her and knew it was her lover, Aarav. He was an Indian man, tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes. He was also nude, his body a testament to his dedication to fitness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, his chest pressing against her back.
“You are so beautiful, Priya,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm and ticklish. She shivered in delight, her body responding to his touch.
He started with soft kisses on her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and making her gasp. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his growing erection.
Aarav’s fingers trailed down her body, finding her wet and ready. He slipped a finger inside her, making her moan. He added another finger, stretching her and preparing her for what was to come.
Priya turned around in his arms, her eyes shining with desire. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together. She broke the kiss and whispered, “I want you inside me, Aarav.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her in one swift motion, making her cry out in pleasure. He started thrusting, each stroke harder than the last.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, mixed with their moans and gasps. Priya’s nails dug into Aarav’s back, leaving marks on his skin.
Aarav’s thrusts became erratic, and he knew he was close. He reached down and rubbed her clit, making her scream in pleasure. She came hard, her muscles clenching around his cock. He followed her over the edge, filling her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath. Aarav pulled out and set Priya down. They cuddled together, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
“I love you, Aarav,” Priya whispered, her head on his chest.
“I love you too, Priya,” he replied, his hand gently stroking her hair.
The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. They would take their time, savoring every moment, every touch, every kiss. Their love was strong, and their passion was insatiable. They were two bodies, one soul. And they would never let go.
