In the heart of India, in a small village nestled between the mountains and the jungle, lived a young woman named Priya. She was a thick, voluptuous beauty with a cascade of black hair that fell down her back in waves. Her skin was the color of rich earth, and she wore it with pride. She was known throughout the village for her beauty and her grace, and many men had tried to win her heart.
But Priya was not interested in the advances of the village men. She had her eyes set on someone else, someone who was not from the village. He was a wealthy merchant from a neighboring town, and Priya had met him at a festival. She had been performing a traditional temple dance, and he had been captivated by her beauty and her skill.
Priya knew that the merchant was a man of means, and she saw an opportunity to improve her life and the life of her family. She began to visit the merchant in his home, and they would spend hours talking and laughing together. The merchant was enchanted by Priya, and he found himself falling in love with her.
One night, as they sat together on the merchant’s terrace, overlooking the twinkling lights of the town, the merchant took Priya’s hand in his. “Priya,” he said, “I have something to ask you. I know that we come from different worlds, but I cannot deny my feelings any longer. I want you to be my wife.”
Priya was overjoyed. She had been hoping that the merchant would ask her to marry him, and she eagerly agreed. The merchant took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, feeling the fire of his passion for her.
They retired to the merchant’s bedchamber, and there they undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment. The merchant ran his hands over Priya’s thick curves, feeling the softness of her skin. He kissed her neck and her earlobes, and she moaned with pleasure.
He moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Priya arched her back, feeling the pleasure coursing through her body. The merchant’s hands moved down to her thighs, and he began to stroke her soft skin.
Priya was wet and ready for him. She spread her legs, inviting him to enter her. The merchant positioned himself between her thighs, and he entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. The merchant thrust deeper and deeper, and Priya moaned with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
The merchant felt the pressure building, and he knew he was close to cumming. He quickened his pace, and Priya urged him on. “Yes, yes, harder,” she cried.
The merchant thrust harder and harder, and he felt himself on the brink. He let out a deep groan as he came, filling Priya with his seed. She moaned with pleasure, feeling the warmth of his cum inside her.
They lay together, spent and satisfied. The merchant wrapped his arms around Priya, holding her close. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
“I love you too,” Priya replied, and she knew that she had made the right decision. She had found her happily ever after, in the arms of the merchant.
