In the heart of Mumbai, in a dimly lit apartment, a woman named Priya was getting ready for an intimate evening. She was a striking figure, with her thick curves and long, black hair cascading down her back. Her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation as she slipped into a sheer, red saree that clung to her body, accentuating her every curve.
Priya was expecting a special guest tonight, a man named Ravi who was a renowned dancer and choreographer. They had met at a dance rehearsal, and there was an immediate spark between them. They had been flirting and exchanging lingering glances for weeks, and tonight, they would finally give in to their desires.
Ravi arrived promptly at 8 pm, dressed in a crisp white kurta pajama. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Priya as she opened the door, and he felt his heart race with excitement. They exchanged polite greetings, but their eyes spoke volumes.
They sat down on the couch, and Priya offered Ravi a glass of wine. He accepted, and they clinked glasses, their eyes locked. The tension between them was palpable, and they both knew that they couldn’t resist each other any longer.
Ravi leaned in, and Priya met him halfway. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Priya moaned softly as Ravi’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves.
Ravi’s lips trailed down Priya’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her saree. Priya arched her back, her breath hitching as Ravi’s mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling around it.
Ravi’s hands continued to roam Priya’s body, slipping under her saree and caressing her thighs. Priya gasped as she felt his fingers brush against her wet folds, teasing her clit.
Ravi stood up and pulled Priya to her feet, leading her to the bedroom. He turned her around, and Priya felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she felt Ravi’s breath against her ear.
“I want to see you,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Priya let her saree drop to the floor, standing before Ravi in nothing but her red lingerie. Ravi’s eyes widened as he took in her curves, his mouth going dry.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts.
Priya turned around, her eyes meeting Ravi’s. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Ravi’s breath hitched as he saw her bare breasts, her nipples hard and erect.
Priya pushed Ravi onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hard cock through his pants. Ravi groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts.
Priya unbuttoned Ravi’s pants, freeing his cock. She stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hand. Ravi’s hips bucked as she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking it deep into her mouth.
Ravi moaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in Priya’s hair. Priya sucked and licked his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. Ravi’s hips thrust upwards, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
Priya climbed on top of Ravi, straddling him. She guided his cock inside her, gasping as she felt him fill her. Ravi’s hands gripped her hips, helping her ride him.
Priya’s breasts bounced as she rode Ravi, her moans filling the room. Ravi’s hips thrust upwards, meeting her every movement.
Ravi flipped Priya over, pinning her down on the bed. He thrust into her, hard and deep. Priya’s moans grew louder, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Ravi reached down, teasing Priya’s clit as he thrust into her. Priya’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet his.
Priya’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cried out Ravi’s name. Ravi followed soon after, his body shuddering as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined. They knew that this was just the beginning of their dance, and they were ready to explore each other’s bodies again and again.
