In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with anticipation. A woman, her thick black hair cascading down her back, stood before a full-length mirror. She was nude, her brown skin glowing in the soft light. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with a body that could make any man’s heart race.
She traced her fingers over the mirror, her eyes closed as she remembered the touch of his hands on her body. She had met him at a party, a stranger whose eyes held a promise of pleasure. His name was Ravi, a man of few words but with a gaze that spoke volumes.
Ravi had approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. He had offered to get her a drink, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. They had talked, their conversation flowing as easily as the wine. And then, under the starlit sky, he had kissed her.
The memory of his lips on hers was still fresh in her mind. She could feel his hands on her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She wanted him, wanted to feel his body against hers.
She turned, her eyes meeting her reflection in the mirror. She bit her lip, her hand slipping between her legs. She was wet, her body ready for him. She imagined him behind her, his hands on her hips as he entered her. She moaned, her fingers moving faster.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest. It was Ravi, his eyes dark with desire. He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. His hands roamed her body, his touch setting her skin on fire.
She gasped as he cupped her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple. She could feel his erection against her, hard and ready. She reached behind, her hand encircling his cock. He was thick and long, his skin hot under her touch.
He groaned, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, his hands roaming her body. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with desire.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe, his hands squeezing her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back as he sucked her nipples.
He knelt before her, his hands spreading her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her clit.
She gasped, her hands gripping his hair as he licked her. He sucked her clit, his fingers sliding into her wetness. She moaned, her body trembling as he fucked her with his fingers.
She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her. He stood, his cock glistening with her juices. She reached for him, her hand guiding him into her.
He filled her, his cock stretching her. She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
She wrapped her legs around him, her hands on his ass. He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned, her orgasm building again.
He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cum filling her. She came again, her body trembling as he filled her with his seed.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I wanted you too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
And in the shadowy room, they lay, their bodies spent, their hearts full. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other.
