The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional passing car. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights illuminating her thick, black hair. She was nude, her silhouette framed by the window as she looked out at the city below.
Her name was Priya, an Indian woman with a body that could make any man’s heart race. She was in her late twenties, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that radiated from her. Priya had always been a sexual being, unafraid to express her desires and needs.
Tonight, she was in the mood for something different. She wanted to be taken, to be dominated. And she knew just the man who could give her what she wanted.
She turned away from the window and walked towards the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. She knew he was in there, waiting for her. She opened the door and stepped inside.
He was lying on the bed, completely naked. His body was toned and muscular, a testament to the hours he spent at the gym. He looked up as she entered, his eyes raking over her body.
“You’re late,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“I know,” she replied, closing the door behind her. “I wanted to make you wait.”
She walked over to the bed, her eyes locked on his. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy, and she moaned with pleasure.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues dancing together. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
She broke the kiss and began to grind her hips against his cock. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me. Hard.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs. He leaned down and licked her pussy, making her moan with pleasure. He slid a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for his cock.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her fingernails digging into his back. He started to fuck her, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing in the room. She moaned and cried out, telling him to fuck her harder. He obliged, his cock pounding into her.
She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, her muscles tensing. He could feel it too, and he quickened his pace. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed soon after, filling her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She snuggled up to him, her head on his chest.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city lights shining through the window. The night was still young, and they had plenty more pleasures to explore. But for now, they were content to just be in each other’s arms, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
