Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow upon the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman lying on the bed. Her thick, black hair fanned out around her head like a halo, framing her delicate features. She was a vision of beauty, with her caramel skin and generous curves. Her name was Priya, an Indian babe with a body made for sin. Priya's breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. She was fast asleep, unaware of the man who had entered the room. He m