In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a striking beauty with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, and her curves were lush and inviting. She was a woman of strength and passion, and her beauty was only matched by her spirit.
One night, as she was getting ready for bed, she decided to indulge in a little self-pleasure. She slipped out of her sari, letting it pool at her feet, and stood in front of the mirror. She ran her hands over her curves, her fingers tracing the outline of her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She closed her eyes and imagined the touch of a lover, the heat of his hands on her body.
She lay down on the bed, her back facing the door, and closed her eyes. She began to touch herself, her fingers tracing slow circles on her skin. She imagined a man behind her, his hands on her hips, his lips on her neck. She moaned softly as she touched herself, her fingers finding their way to her wet, waiting pussy.
As she touched herself, she heard a soft creak from the door. She froze, her heart racing. She opened her eyes and saw a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to see right through her. She should have been scared, but instead, she felt a thrill run through her body.
The man stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes never left hers. He crossed the room and stood next to the bed, looking down at her. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her body, and she shivered with desire.
He reached out and touched her, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips hot and demanding. She turned her head, meeting his lips with hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. He reached down and pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest. She reached out and touched him, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. He groaned, his body responding to her touch.
He reached down and touched her, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She moaned as he touched her, her body trembling with pleasure. He kissed her again, his hands working their magic on her body. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He pulled away, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Not yet.” She moaned in frustration, but she knew he was right. She wasn’t ready yet.
He kissed his way down her body, his lips hot and wet. He reached her breasts and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
He moved lower, his lips tracing a path down her stomach. He reached her pussy and spread her legs wider. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She nodded, giving him permission.
He leaned down and started to lick her, his tongue tracing slow circles on her clit. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked and sucked, his fingers working their magic on her body. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He pulled away, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Not yet.” She moaned in frustration, but she knew he was right. She wasn’t ready yet.
He reached down and grabbed a condom from his pocket. He ripped it open and rolled it on. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked at her. She nodded, giving him permission.
He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
He reached down and touched her, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed slow circles, his fingers working their magic on her body. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He started to move faster, his hips thrusting harder and faster. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He reached down and whispered in her ear, “Come for me.” She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. She let go, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure.
He thrust a few more times, then stilled, his body trembling with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined. He rolled off her and disposed of the condom. He lay down next to her, his arm around her waist. She snuggled up to him, her head on his chest.
They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time. They didn’t know what the future held, but for now, they had each other. And for now, that was enough.
