In the heart of New Delhi, in a dimly lit and smoke-filled room, a woman sat alone. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with raven black hair that cascaded down her back in thick, luscious waves. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the low light, her curves accentuated by the shadows that danced around her. Her long, black hair flowed down her back, teasing the curve of her spine and the swell of her round, firm ass. She was the epitome of exotic allure, a woman who commanded attention and desire.
Priya was no stranger to the desires of men. She had been a dancer in a prestigious Indian dance troupe, her body moving with grace and sensuality that left audiences breathless. But tonight, she was not here to dance. Tonight, she was here to seduce.
Across the room, a man sat watching her. He was a wealthy businessman, a foreigner in this land of spices and mystery. He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but none had captivated him like Priya. He watched as she stood, her body moving with a fluid grace that spoke of her training as a dancer. She turned, her hips swaying gently, her ass round and firm and inviting. He felt his cock stir in his pants, a surge of desire coursing through him.
Priya felt his gaze on her, and she turned to face him. She saw the desire in his eyes, and she knew that she had him. She moved towards him, her body swaying with each step, her hips rolling in a way that made his cock twitch in anticipation. She stopped in front of him, her body close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
He nodded, unable to speak.
She smiled, her full lips curving in a knowing smile. She reached out, her fingers trailing gently down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I can give you what you want,” she whispered.
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her hips, pulling her close. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her stomach. She reached down, her fingers deftly undoing his pants, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the heat and the weight of it.
“Yes,” she breathed, her lips brushing against his ear. “You want me, don’t you?”
He nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
She smiled, her lips curving in a wicked smile. She sank to her knees, her hands gripping his hips, her mouth open and ready. She took him in, her lips wrapping around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her hair, holding her in place.
She sucked and licked, her mouth working him in a frenzy of pleasure. She could feel him getting close, his hips bucking, his cock swelling in her mouth. She pulled back, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around it.
“Cum for me,” she breathed, her voice low and sultry.
He groaned, his hips bucking, his cock swelling. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cum spurting out, hot and thick. She swallowed, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hair, holding her in place. She sucked and licked, draining every last drop from him.
When she was done, she pulled back, her lips curving in a satisfied smile. She stood, her body moving with a fluid grace that left him breathless.
“Did I satisfy you?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
He nodded, unable to speak.
She smiled, her lips curving in a knowing smile.
“Good,” she breathed. “I’m glad.”
And with that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying gently, her ass round and firm and inviting. He watched her go, his cock stirring in his pants, his desire for her unquenched.
He knew then that one night with Priya would never be enough. He would have to have her again and again, her body moving with him, her moans of pleasure filling his ears. He would have to have her, again and again, until the end of time.
