In the heart of New Delhi, a wealthy businessman named Ravi lived in a luxurious apartment. One day, he hired a new maid named Priya, a young Indian woman with thick curves, dark hair, and a captivating aura. She had an allure that was hard to ignore, and Ravi soon found himself drawn to her.
Priya was a hardworking and dedicated maid. She always made sure that Ravi’s apartment was spotless and that he had everything he needed. But there was something about her that intrigued Ravi. Maybe it was her shy smile, or the way she moved with such grace and elegance. Whatever it was, Ravi couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.
One day, as Priya was cleaning Ravi’s bedroom, he walked in and caught her off guard. She quickly turned around, her dark hair cascading down her back, revealing her smooth, bare shoulders. Ravi couldn’t help but stare at her. Priya, feeling self-conscious, quickly covered herself up.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Ravi. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Ravi was taken aback. He didn’t mean to make her feel uncomfortable. He quickly reassured her and asked her to continue with her work. But as he watched her work, he couldn’t help but feel a growing desire for her.
Days turned into weeks, and Ravi’s desire for Priya only grew stronger. He found himself making up reasons to spend more time with her, to be near her. And slowly but surely, Priya began to open up to him. She started to feel comfortable around him, and even started to enjoy his company.
One day, as Priya was cleaning the living room, Ravi walked in and caught her off guard again. But this time, she didn’t cover herself up. She stood there, in all her glory, her dark hair cascading down her back, her thick curves on full display.
Ravi couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He felt his heart racing, his breath quickening. He knew he wanted her, and he could tell she wanted him too. Without a word, he walked over to her and pulled her close.
Priya looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but also with desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Ravi could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her hard nipples poking through her saree.
He reached down and gently lifted her saree, revealing her bare thighs. He ran his fingers up and down her legs, feeling her smooth skin, her soft curves. Priya moaned softly, her head falling back, exposing her neck.
Ravi leaned in and started kissing her neck, his lips lingering on her delicate skin. He could feel her body trembling with pleasure, her breathing becoming heavier. He continued to kiss her neck, making his way down to her breasts.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight, their fullness. He started to massage them gently, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Priya moaned louder, her body arching towards him.
Ravi leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Priya cried out in pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between them, driving her wild with pleasure.
After a few minutes, Ravi pulled away and looked at Priya. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her lips swollen from his kisses. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he knew what she wanted.
He reached down and pulled her saree off, revealing her naked body. She was beautiful, her curves full and voluptuous, her skin smooth and silky. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in her beauty.
He gently pushed her down onto the couch and spread her legs apart. He leaned down and started kissing her inner thighs, making his way up to her pussy. She was already wet, her juices glistening on her “`bash
