In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was an Indian beauty with raven black hair that flowed down to her waist, and a curvaceous figure that could make any man’s heart race. She was a bold and confident woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
One night, as she was taking a bath, she decided to indulge herself in some sensual pleasure. She stepped out of the tub, her body glistening with water, and looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands over her full breasts, her dark nipples already hard with desire. She traced her fingers down her flat stomach, over the curve of her hips, and down to her thick, juicy thighs.
She let out a soft moan as she thought about the man she had been seeing. Raj was a tall, handsome man with a chiseled jaw and piercing brown eyes. He was a confident and assertive lover, and Priya couldn’t get enough of him. She closed her eyes and imagined him behind her, his strong hands on her hips, his hard cock thrusting deep inside her.
She let out a soft gasp as she felt a familiar ache between her legs. She reached down and began to touch herself, her fingers circling her clit, teasing it gently. She let out a soft moan as she felt herself getting wetter, her juices flowing down her thighs.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her body, then made her way to Raj’s apartment. She knocked on the door, and when he opened it, she could see the desire in his eyes.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Raj pulled her inside and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. He reached down and untied the towel, letting it fall to the floor.
He let out a soft moan as he saw her naked body, his cock already hard with desire. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
He started with gentle kisses, his lips on her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He licked and nibbled her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure. He traced his fingers down her body, over her hips, and down to her wet, throbbing pussy.
He licked her clit, making her moan with pleasure. He slid his fingers inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat. He fucked her with his fingers, making her moan louder.
“Fuck me, Raj,” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy, teasing her. She pushed back against him, wanting him inside her.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, making her moan with pleasure. He started to fuck her harder, deeper, making her moan louder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
He reached around and began to play with her clit, making her moan even louder. She could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building inside her.
“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, her voice barely audible.
He fucked her harder, making her moan louder. She let out a loud moan as she came, her juices flowing down her thighs. He continued to fuck her, making her moan even louder.
He let out a loud moan as he came, his cum filling her pussy. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He kissed her gently, his lips on hers.
“I know,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
They lay there for a while longer, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The end.
