In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a thick, voluptuous beauty with a cascade of black hair that fell down to her waist. One sultry monsoon night, she found herself alone in her apartment, the power out due to a city-wide blackout.
As she lit candles and moved through her darkened home, she heard a soft knock at her door. She opened it to find a handsome stranger, a traveler from the north, who had been caught in the city during the outage. He introduced himself as Ravi, and Priya, feeling a spark of attraction, invited him in.
The two of them talked for hours, the flickering candlelight casting deep shadows on their faces. As the night wore on, their conversation became more flirtatious, their laughter more frequent. Eventually, Ravi reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Priya’s face. She looked into his eyes and saw a desire that mirrored her own.
Without a word, they came together in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed close, Priya’s curves molding perfectly to Ravi’s strong form. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her closer still, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Priya shivered with pleasure as Ravi’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her full breasts and teasing her hard nipples. She let out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine.
With a growl, Ravi lifted Priya and carried her to her bed. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their bodies entwined. He kissed a path down her body, lingering at her breasts to suck and tease her nipples. Priya arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair, urging him lower.
Ravi complied, kissing his way down her stomach and settling between her thick thighs. He inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent, before parting her folds and running his tongue along her slit. Priya gasped and bucked her hips, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Ravi explored her pussy with his tongue, lapping at her clit and delving deep inside her. Priya writhed beneath him, her breath coming in gasps and moans. She felt herself nearing the edge, her orgasm building deep within her.
With a final flick of his tongue, Ravi sent Priya tumbling over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Ravi continued to lick and suck at her pussy, drawing out every last moment of her release.
When Priya had finally come down from her high, Ravi climbed up her body and settled between her thighs. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Priya nodded, her eyes heavy with desire.
Ravi entered her slowly, his thick cock filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation, her body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Priya met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
As their passion built, they changed positions, exploring each other’s bodies in new and exciting ways. They fucked in missionary, with Ravi on top and Priya’s legs wrapped around his waist. They tried cowgirl, with Priya on top and in control. And they even experimented with doggy style, Ravi taking her from behind as she braced herself against the headboard.
Finally, they reached their climax together, their bodies shuddering as they came. Ravi collapsed beside Priya, both of them panting and sweating. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, Ravi dressed and prepared to leave. Priya walked him to the door, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she might never see him again.
But as he turned to go, Ravi pulled her into a deep kiss. “I’ll be back,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Priya smiled, her heart filled with hope. And as she watched him walk away into the morning light, she knew that she would wait for him, no matter how long it took.
