The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet corner of the rooftop pool, a woman sat with her back to the city, her black hair cascading down her shoulders. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the moonlight. Her name was Priya, an Indian woman with caramel skin and a thick, voluptuous figure. She was a sight to behold, a goddess in her own right.
As she sat by the pool, she heard footsteps approaching. She turned her head to see a man, also nude, with a muscular build and chiseled jawline. He was Raj, an Indian man with a body that was made for sin. He approached Priya, his eyes locked on hers.
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” Raj said, his voice low and seductive.
“I’m glad you did,” Priya replied, her voice just as seductive.
Raj sat down next to Priya, their bodies close but not touching. He looked at her, taking in her beauty. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths.
Raj’s hand moved to Priya’s breast, cupping it gently. He began to knead it, teasing her nipple with his thumb. Priya moaned, her body responding to his touch.
Raj’s other hand moved between Priya’s legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He began to stroke her clit, causing her to moan louder. Priya leaned back, her body shaking with pleasure.
Raj took Priya’s hand, guiding it to his cock. She began to stroke it, feeling it grow harder in her hand. Raj leaned back, his body shaking with pleasure.
