In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a striking figure, with her long, black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, and her curves were lush and inviting. She was a woman who knew her own desires and was unafraid to pursue them.
One evening, as Priya was preparing for her nightly bath, she decided to indulge herself. She lit candles and incense, filling the room with a heady, exotic scent. She slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a soft pile. She stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark, erect nipples that begged to be touched. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to the curve of her hips and the mound of her sex.
She stepped into the bath, sinking into the warm, fragrant water. She closed her eyes, letting her hands wander over her body. She cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with her thumbs. She slid her hand down her stomach, slipping her fingers between her legs. She was already wet, her sex swollen and aching for release.
As she touched herself, she imagined a man’s hands on her body. She pictured him kneeling behind her, his hands on her hips as he entered her from behind. She imagined the feeling of his cock, hard and thick, filling her completely. She moaned, her fingers moving faster as she brought herself closer to orgasm.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She opened her eyes, startled, to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and handsome, with dark, brooding eyes. He was completely naked, his cock hard and ready.
“I couldn’t resist,” he said, his voice low and deep. “You’re too beautiful to resist.”
Priya’s heart raced, but she didn’t feel afraid. Instead, she felt a surge of desire. She wanted this man, wanted him to take her, to claim her as his own.
He stepped into the bath, kneeling behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands finding her breasts. He teased her nipples, making her moan with pleasure. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path down to her shoulder.
She leaned back against him, her hands on his thighs. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her. She reached behind her, guiding him inside her.
He filled her completely, his cock sliding deep inside her. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She could feel every inch of him, the pleasure building inside her with each stroke.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, making her moan louder. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her body tensing with pleasure.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, growing stronger with each stroke.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum.”
He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. She could feel him tensing, his cock swelling inside her.
“Cum with me,” she begged. “Cum inside me.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he came. She could feel him filling her, his hot seed spilling deep inside her. The feeling sent her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her. She moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined in the warm, fragrant water. Then, he pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping from her wet, swollen sex.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure.
“Yes, it was,” she agreed, a satisfied smile on her face.
They washed each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Then, they dried off and climbed into bed, their bodies entwined as they drifted off to sleep, spent and satisfied.
