The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city below. In a quiet apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman stood in front of the window, her black hair cascading down her back in waves. She was nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the silvery light.
Her name was Priya, a stunning Indian woman with curves in all the right places. She was a woman of passion, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. And tonight, what she wanted was him.
She turned to face the bed, where her lover lay, his eyes heavy with desire. He was a handsome man, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. He had a body made for sin, and Priya couldn’t wait to explore every inch of it.
She crawled onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She wanted to tease him, to make him ache for her as much as she ached for him. She straddled his hips, her wet pussy hovering just above his hard cock.
He groaned as she ground against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. Priya leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Do you want me?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “I want you, Priya. I want you now.”
Priya smiled, her teeth grazing his earlobe. She loved it when he was impatient, when he couldn’t wait to be inside her. She reached down between them, positioning his cock at her entrance.
“Beg me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
He groaned, his hips bucking up towards her. “Please, Priya. I need you. I need to be inside you.”
