In the heart of Mumbai, a woman named Priya lay on her bed, her black hair splayed out around her. She was nude, her curves on display for no one but herself. Her skin was a rich shade of brown, and she had a thick, voluptuous figure that any man would desire. She was an Indian babe, proud of her heritage and her body.
As she lay there, she couldn’t help but think about the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was a foreigner, with light skin and blond hair. She had been drawn to him, and they had exchanged numbers. Now, as she lay in her bed, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him here with her.
Her fingers drifted down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and the softness of her stomach. She let out a soft moan as she reached her thighs, spreading them apart to reveal the wetness between them. She slipped a finger inside herself, imagining it was his cock.
Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from him.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” it read.
Priya’s heart raced. She knew what she wanted.
“Come over,” she typed back, her fingers trembling with excitement.
She didn’t have to wait long. Within minutes, there was a knock at her door. She wrapped a sheet around herself and answered it, her heart pounding in her chest.
He stood there, looking even more handsome than she remembered. He took in the sight of her, his eyes roving over her curves.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine. She stepped aside, inviting him in.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he was on her. His lips were on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, feeling herself grow wetter by the second.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure coursing through her.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer.
He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Priya cried out, feeling herself on the brink of orgasm already.
But he wasn’t done yet. He moved down her body, kissing and licking every inch of her. When he reached her thighs, he spread them apart and looked up at her.
“May I?” he asked, his voice low and full of desire.
Priya nodded, unable to speak.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, feeling herself explode with pleasure.
He licked and sucked, driving her wild. She grabbed onto the sheets, her nails digging in as she came harder than she ever had before.
But he wasn’t done yet. He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking at her for permission.
Priya nodded, unable to speak.
He entered her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She cried out, feeling him fill her up.
He started to move, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. Priya met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
They changed positions, trying out different ones until they found the one that felt the best. Doggy style was their favorite, with him pounding into her from behind as she moaned and screamed with pleasure.
Finally, they both reached their peak. He pulled out, cumming all over her stomach. She reached down, scooping it up with her fingers and licking them clean.
They lay there, spent and satisfied.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky with exhaustion.
Priya nodded, unable to speak.
She knew they would do it again and again. Their connection was too strong to resist.
For now, they would rest. But tomorrow, they would do it all over again.
