In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a woman of striking beauty, with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back and a body that would make any man’s heart race. She was an Indian babe through and through, with caramel skin and curves that could make a saint sin.
One day, while out running errands, she bumped into an old flame, Ravi. He was a successful businessman, and the spark between them was still there. They decided to catch up over dinner, and as they sat across from each other, the chemistry was palpable.
Priya had always been a seductress, and she knew how to play the game. She leaned in close, her thick hair brushing against Ravi’s arm, and whispered in his ear. Ravi’s breath hitched as she spoke, and he felt his body responding to her nearness.
They left the restaurant, and Priya led Ravi back to her apartment. As they entered, she turned to face him, her back against the door. She looked up at him through her long lashes, and Ravi knew he was lost.
Priya stepped closer to Ravi, her body pressing against his. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, and Ravi’s hands began to explore her body. He ran his fingers over the curve of her hip, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Priya broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Ravi’s neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. Ravi groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.
Priya’s hands were busy too, undoing Ravi’s shirt and running her fingers over his chest. She could feel his heart pounding under her touch, and she smiled to herself.
Ravi’s hands moved to Priya’s blouse, undoing the buttons slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening.
As Ravi’s hands moved lower, sliding under Priya’s skirt, she moaned softly. His fingers found her wet and ready for him, and he stroked her gently, teasing her.
Priya’s hands moved to Ravi’s pants, undoing them and pushing them down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for her.
Priya pushed Ravi back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She positioned herself above him, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire.
“Are you ready for me?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Ravi nodded, his hands reaching up to grip her hips.
Priya lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside her. She moaned as she felt him fill her, her hips moving in a slow rhythm.
Ravi’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples. Priya leaned back, her hair brushing against Ravi’s legs as she rode him.
Ravi’s hips began to move, meeting Priya’s thrust for thrust. She moaned louder, her body moving in a frenzy.
Ravi felt himself getting close, and he gripped Priya’s hips tighter.
“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin.
Priya’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she came. Ravi followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her.
Priya collapsed onto Ravi, her body spent. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath.
“Wow,” Ravi said, his hands still on Priya’s hips.
Priya smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“I told you I was good,” she said, her voice filled with pride.
Ravi couldn’t argue with that. He knew he’d be back for more.
Priya was a temptress, and he was happy to be her victim.
