It was a warm summer evening when I first met Priya, a beautiful Indian woman with thick black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She had an air of confidence and sensuality about her that immediately drew me in. We were at a mutual friend’s party, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her all night.
As the party came to a close, I found myself standing next to Priya. We struck up a conversation, and I learned that she was a successful businesswoman who had recently moved to the city. We hit it off instantly, and before I knew it, we were exchanging numbers and making plans to meet up again.
Over the next few weeks, we went on several dates, exploring the city and getting to know each other better. Priya was intelligent, witty, and had a great sense of humor. She was also incredibly beautiful, with a perfect hourglass figure and smooth, olive skin. I couldn’t wait to see where things would go with her.
One night, we decided to cook dinner together at my place. As we chopped vegetables and stirred sauces, I couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction to Priya. She was wearing a fitted red dress that showed off her curves, and her long, black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. I couldn’t resist the urge to run my fingers through it as we worked side by side.
As we sat down to eat, the conversation turned to more personal topics. We shared stories about our past relationships and what we were looking for in a partner. It was clear that we had a strong connection, and I knew that I wanted to take things to the next level with Priya.
After dinner, we retired to the living room, where we continued to talk and laugh. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and I could see the desire in Priya’s eyes. I leaned in and kissed her, and she responded eagerly, her lips parting to welcome my tongue.
We moved to the couch, our bodies pressed together as we explored each other’s mouths. Priya’s hands roamed over my chest, and I could feel her nipples hardening beneath her dress. I trailed my fingers down her back, feeling the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips.
Without breaking our kiss, I lifted Priya’s dress over her head, revealing her lacy black lingerie. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, with full breasts and a round, firm ass. I couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her.
I slowly kissed my way down Priya’s body, savoring the taste of her skin. I nibbled on her earlobes and licked her neck, causing her to shiver with pleasure. I reached her breasts, cupping them in my hands and teasing her nipples with my tongue. Priya moaned, her back arching as she pressed herself against me.
I continued to explore Priya’s body, kissing and licking my way down her stomach and onto her thighs. I could see the moisture glistening on her panties, and I knew she was ready for me. I slowly pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy. It was smooth and pink, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I spread Priya’s legs apart and leaned in, my tongue flicking against her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking as she ground herself against my face. I licked and sucked, teasing her entrance with my fingers. Priya was moaning loudly now, her hands clutching at the couch cushions.
I could feel Priya’s orgasm building, her muscles tensing and her breathing becoming shallow. I increased my pace, my tongue swirling around her clit as my fingers plunged deep inside her. Priya cried out, her body shaking as she came hard against my face.
I looked up at Priya, her eyes heavy-lidded and her chest heaving. She reached down and pulled me up to her, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, and it only served to heighten my desire for her.
I stood up and pulled off my clothes, my cock standing at attention. Priya’s eyes widened as she took in my size, and she licked her lips in anticipation. I knelt between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance.
I slowly entered Priya, her pussy tight and warm around me. She moaned as I filled her, her hips meeting mine as I began to thrust. I reached down and rubbed her clit, my fingers working in time with my cock.
Priya’s moans grew louder as I picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I could feel another orgasm building inside her, and I knew I wanted to make her cum again. I increased my speed, my cock pounding into her as she cried out in pleasure.
I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I approached my climax. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Priya’s throat, not enough to choke her but enough to add a little bit of dominance to our lovemaking. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came hard, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm ripping through me as I filled Priya with my cum. We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
We lay there for a few moments, our hearts racing and our bodies trembling. I looked over at Priya, her eyes half-closed and her lips curved in a satisfied smile. I knew in that moment that I had found something special with her, something that I wanted to hold onto for as long as I could.
The end.
