In the heart of New Delhi, a bustling city filled with life and color, a young woman named Priya lived alone in a small apartment. She was an Indian beauty, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back and curves that could drive a man to madness. She had always been an adventurous soul, curious and unafraid to explore her desires.
One night, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of desire that had been building within her. She reached down and touched herself, feeling the wetness between her legs. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed a release.
Priya got out of bed and walked over to her window. She pulled back the curtains and looked out at the city below. The streets were still busy, even at this hour. She watched as couples walked hand in hand, lost in their own world. She longed to be a part of that, to feel the warmth of a man’s body next to hers.
She closed the curtains and walked back to her bed. She climbed back in and closed her eyes, imagining the perfect lover. He would be strong and kind, with eyes that sparkled like the stars. He would touch her gently, kissing her lips and neck before moving lower.
Her hand moved lower, caressing her breasts and nipples. She let out a soft moan as she imagined his tongue on her, teasing and tasting her. She spread her legs wider, feeling the wetness between her thighs. She slipped a finger inside herself, imagining it was him.
She was lost in her fantasy when she heard a soft knock at the door. She sat up, startled. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She got out of bed and walked over to the door, looking through the peephole.
There was a man standing in the hallway. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way. She felt a flutter in her chest as she looked at him.
She opened the door, and he looked at her, taking in her curves and the desire in her eyes. He smiled, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.
She nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He walked past her, and she closed the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
He turned to face her, and she looked up at him, feeling small and vulnerable. He reached out and touched her cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to touch his chest. She could feel his heart beating against her fingertips.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. He reached down and touched her breast, caressing her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown. She let out a soft moan, feeling the wetness between her legs grow.
He slipped his hand inside her nightgown, and she gasped as his fingers touched her skin. He caressed her breast, teasing her nipple until it was hard and aching. He moved lower, slipping his hand between her legs.
She opened her legs wider, feeling his fingers on her wetness. He stroked her clit, and she let out a soft moan, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, feeling him fill her.
He moved his fingers inside her, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned, feeling the pleasure build within her. She reached down and touched him, feeling his hardness through his pants.
He broke away from her, and she looked at him, confused. He smiled and reached down, unbuttoning his pants. He slipped them off, and she looked at him, her eyes widening as she saw his hard cock.
He stepped closer to her, and she reached out, touching him. He was hot and hard, and she wrapped her hand around him, feeling him twitch in her hand.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers continued to stroke her clit. She moaned into his mouth, feeling the pleasure build within her.
He broke the kiss and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed. He laid her down, and she looked up at him, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He smiled and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as he positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned, feeling him push inside her. He was big and hard, and she gasped as he filled her.
He started to move, and she moaned, feeling him slide in and out of her. He was slow and steady, his hips moving in a rhythm that drove her wild. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path down to her nipples. He sucked and teased them, and she moaned, feeling the pleasure build within her.
He moved faster, and she moaned, feeling him hit the spot inside her that made her see stars. She reached down and touched herself, feeling her clit swell and throb under her fingers.
She was close, so close. She moaned, feeling the pleasure build within her. He moved faster, and she cried out, feeling herself fall over the edge. She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a wave.
He kept moving, and she felt him tense up, his cock twitching inside her. He groaned, and she felt him come, his hot seed filling her.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies glistening with sweat. He rolled off her, and she snuggled up against him, feeling safe and content.
They lay there, lost in their own world, until the sun began to rise.
And then, they did it all over again.
