In the heart of Mumbai, a city that never sleeps, a woman named Priya lay in her bed. She was a woman of beauty, with her black hair cascading down her back, and her smooth, dark skin glowing in the moonlight that filtered through her window. Her room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminating her figure. She was nude, her body a testament to the beauty of the Indian people.
Priya was a woman of passion, but she had been alone for too long. She yearned for the touch of a man, for the feeling of his skin against hers, for the pleasure that only he could bring her. She had given up on finding someone, but tonight, she would allow herself to dream.
As she lay in her bed, she heard a soft knock at her window. She looked up, startled, but there was nothing there. She heard the knock again, and she realized that it was coming from outside. She got out of bed and went to the window, opening it slowly.
Standing outside was a man, his body bathed in the soft glow of the moon. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes. He was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and pants, and Priya could see the outline of his cock, hard and ready for her.
“Who are you?” Priya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am here for you,” the man replied, his voice deep and seductive. “I have been watching you, and I know what you desire.”
Priya hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her body was too strong. She stepped aside and allowed the man to climb into her room. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and touched her face, his fingers tracing her jawline and sending shivers down her spine.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his cock pressing against her, and she knew that she wanted him.
He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her breasts and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Priya moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued to explore her body, his lips and tongue leaving no inch of her skin untouched. She was wet, her pussy aching for his touch. He reached down and stroked her clit, his fingers circling and teasing. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
He slid a finger inside of her, and she gasped at the intrusion. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. She was ready, her body begging for him to take her.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He slid inside of her, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. Priya moaned, her body adjusting to the intrusion. He began to thrust, hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He reached around and stroked her clit, his fingers matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Priya moaned louder, her body tensing as she approached her climax. He thrust harder, his fingers moving faster, and she came, her orgasm rippling through her body.
He continued to thrust, his own climax approaching. He groaned, his cock twitching inside of her as he came, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before the man stood up and began to dress.
“Who are you?” Priya asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am a dream,” the man replied, his voice fading as he walked towards the window. “But dreams can feel so real.”
He climbed out of the window, disappearing into the night. Priya lay there, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew that it had been a dream, but it had felt so real. She closed her eyes, a smile on her face, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
