In the heart of bustling Mumbai, a woman named Priya lived alone in a small apartment. She was a stunning Indian beauty with long, thick black hair that cascaded down her back. Her olive skin was flawless, and her curves were luscious and inviting.
One evening, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of loneliness that had been plaguing her for days. She decided to take matters into her own hands and indulge in some self-pleasure.
Priya slipped out of her silken nightgown, revealing her naked body in all its glory. She ran her fingers over her soft, full breasts, feeling her nipples harden at her touch. She traced her fingers down her stomach and onto her inner thighs, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Just as she was about to touch herself, she heard a soft knock on her window. She turned around, startled, and saw a figure standing outside. It was her neighbor, Ravi, a handsome young man with piercing brown eyes and a chiseled jawline.
Priya hesitated for a moment, but something about Ravi’s gaze made her feel desired and wanted. She opened the window, and Ravi climbed inside, his eyes never leaving hers.
