In the dimly lit room, a woman named Priya stood in front of the full-length mirror, running her hands over her curvaceous body. She was a voluptuous Indian woman with thick curves and long, black hair that cascaded down her back. The sight of her own nudity in the mirror aroused her, and she closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a lover’s hands on her body.
The door creaked open, and a man named Ravi entered the room. He was a tall and muscular man, with piercing brown eyes and a chiseled jawline. He had been admiring Priya from afar for weeks and had finally gathered the courage to approach her.
“Priya,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You are beautiful.”
Priya opened her eyes and turned to face him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Ravi,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Ravi crossed the room in two long strides and pulled Priya into his arms. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.
Priya’s hands roamed over Ravi’s chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. Ravi groaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him.
They broke their kiss, and Priya sank to her knees in front of Ravi. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Ravi moaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
After a few minutes, Ravi pulled Priya to her feet and led her to the bed. He lay down on his back and pulled Priya on top of him. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his hard cock.
