The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman with long, black hair moved silently through the darkness. She was an Indian beauty, with curves that could make a man’s mouth water. Her name was Priya, and she was a woman of insatiable desires.
Priya had always been a sensual creature, but tonight she was particularly hungry. She had spent the evening teasing herself, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and her pussy was wet with anticipation. She knew what she wanted, and she was determined to get it.
She slipped out of her silk robe, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Her body was bare, save for a pair of black lace panties that barely covered her full, round ass. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, admiring the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. She was a woman who knew her power, and she was ready to use it.
Priya made her way to the bedroom, her heart pounding with excitement. She knew he was waiting for her, and she couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her body. She opened the door slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room.
