In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her black hair spread out on the pillow like a pool of ink. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through her window. Her mind raced with thoughts, her body yearned for release.
Priya was a woman of beauty, her caramel skin glowing in the moonlight, her body toned from years of yoga and dance. She was a woman of passion, her eyes filled with desire, her lips always curved in a knowing smile. She was a woman of mystery, her thoughts hidden behind a veil of secrets.
As she lay there, she heard a soft knock on her window. She turned to see a figure standing outside, a man with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes. He was dressed in all black, a mask covering his face.
Priya’s heart raced as she opened the window, inviting him in. He climbed into her room, his movements smooth and graceful. He approached her, his eyes filled with desire.
“Who are you?” Priya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“A friend,” he replied, his voice deep and husky.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. Priya shivered, her body responding to his touch. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, their hands exploring each other’s curves. Priya’s hands found his cock, already hard and ready for her. She stroked him, her fingers moving up and down his shaft.
He moaned, his hands gripping her hips. He leaned down, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, his tongue swirling around her hard nubs. Priya moaned, her body writhing beneath him.
He moved down, his lips tracing a path down her stomach. He reached her pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. Priya gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
He licked and sucked, his fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy. Priya moaned, her body begging for more. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit.
Priya’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking with pleasure. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
Priya caught her breath, her body still trembling. He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He entered her, his cock filling her up. Priya moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers.
Priya met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He leaned down, his lips finding hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together.
Priya’s orgasm built up again, her body trembling with pleasure. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. He increased his pace, his cock hitting her G-spot.
Priya’s orgasm hit her like a tsunami, her body shaking with pleasure. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside of her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined. Priya traced her fingers over his chest, her mind still racing with thoughts.
“Who are you?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
“A friend,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.
And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Priya with her thoughts and the memory of their night together.
Priya lay there, her body still trembling with pleasure. She knew she would never forget this night, the night a stranger became her friend.
