In the heart of Delhi, a city that never sleeps, lived a woman named Priya. She was a stunning Indian beauty, with thick curves and a cascade of black hair that fell down to her waist. Her skin was a rich shade of cinnamon, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire.
Priya worked as a dancer in a local club, where she would captivate audiences with her graceful movements and mesmerizing stare. She had a secret, though – she loved to explore her sexuality and push the boundaries of what was considered acceptable in her traditional community.
One night, after the club had closed, Priya decided to take a walk through the empty streets. She was dressed in a flowing sari that left little to the imagination, her dark nipples visible through the thin fabric. She knew she was taking a risk, but the thrill of the unknown excited her.
As she walked, she heard a soft whisper in her ear. “Priya, I’ve been watching you. You’re so beautiful.” She turned around, her heart racing, to see a man standing in the shadows. He was tall and muscular, with piercing eyes and a wicked smile.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
“I’m Ravi, a friend of the club owner. I’ve seen you dance many times, and I must say, you take my breath away.”
Priya couldn’t resist the pull of his voice, the promise of danger and excitement. She moved closer, her body brushing against his. “What do you want from me, Ravi?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “I want to taste every inch of your body, to explore your curves and make you scream with pleasure.”
Priya gasped as she felt his hard cock press against her thigh. She had never been with a man like Ravi before, someone so confident and commanding. She wanted him, needed him to take her right there in the street.
Ravi sensed her desire and pulled her into a nearby alley, pushing her up against the cold brick wall. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. Priya moaned with pleasure, her nipples hardening under his touch.
Ravi broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. He reached behind her and untied her sari, letting it fall to the ground. She stood before him, completely naked, her curves on display for him to admire.
He knelt before her, his eyes fixated on her wet pussy. He leaned in, inhaling her scent before he started licking and kissing her inner thighs. He teased her, getting closer and closer to her pussy but never quite touching it.
Priya whimpered with need, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. “Please, Ravi,” she begged. “I need you to touch me.”
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Beg me,” he commanded.
“Please, Ravi. I’m begging you. Lick my pussy, make me cum.”
He grinned wickedly and dove in, his tongue expertly teasing her clit. Priya cried out with pleasure, her hips bucking against his mouth. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it to hit her G-spot as he continued to lick and suck her clit.
Priya’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with pleasure. Ravi stood, his cock hard and ready. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked in the alley. Priya’s moans echoed off the walls, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies slapping together.
Ravi reached down, his thumb finding her clit as he continued to thrust inside her. Priya’s orgasm built again, this one stronger than the last. She screamed out his name as she came, her pussy tightening around his cock.
Ravi followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies spent and sated.
Finally, Priya slipped down from his waist, her legs shaky. She picked up her sari and wrapped it around herself, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Until next time, Ravi,” she whispered as she walked away, leaving him in the alley with his own desires.
