In the heart of Mumbai, in a dimly lit apartment, a woman named Priya stood in front of the full-length mirror. She admired her curvaceous figure, her Indian black hair cascading down her back, and the way her dark skin glowed in the soft light. She slipped off her saree, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her naked body.
Priya had always been a woman of confidence, unafraid to embrace her sexuality. She knew what she wanted, and she was not afraid to go after it. Tonight, she wanted the touch of a man, the feeling of his hands on her body, his lips on hers.
She walked over to the bed, where her lover, Aarav, lay sleeping. He was a tall, muscular man, with piercing brown eyes and a chiseled jawline. Priya couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at him.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling Aarav’s waist. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, waking him from his sleep. Aarav’s eyes opened wide as he realized what was happening. He wrapped his arms around Priya’s waist, pulling her closer.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together. Priya could feel Aarav’s cock growing hard beneath her. She reached down, stroking him through the fabric of his pajamas. Aarav moaned, his hips bucking upwards.
Priya pulled away from the kiss, sitting up. She slowly pulled down Aarav’s pajamas, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him gently. Aarav closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure.
