In the dimly lit room, the Indian woman stood in front of the large window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun. She was completely nude, her thick black hair cascading down her back, the curves of her voluptuous body illuminated by the fading light. She was a goddess, a temptress, and her name was Priya.
Priya was a woman of 28 years, her body a testament to her Indian heritage. Her curves were generous, her skin a rich shade of caramel, and her eyes were dark and alluring. She was a woman who knew her own power, and she was not afraid to use it.
In the corner of the room, a man sat quietly, watching Priya with a hunger in his eyes. He was a white man, with short brown hair and a muscular build. He was a stranger to Priya, but she had invited him to her home with a promise of pleasure. He was here to worship her, to give in to his desires and to satisfy her own.
Priya turned to face the man, her eyes locked onto his. She moved slowly, deliberately, her hips swaying gently as she approached him. She reached out, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, their bodies pressed close. Priya’s hands roamed over his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She could feel his desire growing, his cock hardening against her thigh.
She broke the kiss, moving down to his neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. She whispered to him, her voice sultry and seductive. “Do you want me?” she asked, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his pants.
He nodded, unable to speak. Priya smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She stood, pulling him up with her. “Then take me,” she said, her voice a command.
He did not need to be told twice. He pulled her close, his lips meeting hers once again. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Priya moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, over her chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Priya gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself against him.
He continued his descent, his lips moving lower. He knelt before her, his eyes locked onto her pussy. It was already wet, glistening with desire. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Priya moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He licked and sucked at her, his fingers teasing at her entrance. She was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against his face.
He slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Priya cried out, her body trembling as she came. He did not stop, his tongue continuing to lick and suck at her.
Finally, Priya pushed him away. “Enough,” she gasped, her body still trembling. “I want you inside of me.”
He stood, his cock hard and ready. Priya reached down, stroking him gently. She guided him to her entrance, her body opening up to take him in.
He thrust inside of her, his cock filling her completely. Priya moaned, her head thrown back as she rode him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him harder.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Priya’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans filling the room. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening.
“Cum inside of me,” Priya gasped, her voice barely audible. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.”
He did not need any more encouragement. He thrust harder, his cock pulsing as he came. Priya moaned, her body trembling as she came again.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent. Priya looked at the man, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “You were worth the wait,” she said, a smile on her lips.
He smiled back, his body still trembling. He had never experienced pleasure like this before, and he knew that he would never forget it.
For in that moment, he had worshipped the Indian goddess, and she had rewarded him with the ultimate pleasure. And he knew that he would never be the same again.
