The Temptation of the Exotic Beauty

In the heart of New York City, there was a hidden gem of a massage parlor, known only to those in the know. It was here that I first laid eyes on her, the woman who would forever change my life. She was a thick Indian babe, with raven black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her skin was a rich, dark chocolate, and her curves were luscious and voluptuous. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She led me to a private room, and began to prepare for my massage. She told me her name was Priya,