In the bustling city of New Delhi, there lived a woman named Priya. She was a stunning Indian beauty with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her most striking feature, however, were her perfect breasts, which were full and firm, with dark nipples that stood at attention, eager for attention.
Priya was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and sharp tongue. She was fiercely independent and didn’t have time for relationships. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have needs. She satisfied them with the help of a vibrator, but it wasn’t the same as the real thing.
One day, while working late at the office, she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find a man named Ravi standing in the hallway. He was a colleague from another department, and Priya had always found him attractive. He had dark, piercing eyes and a body that was toned from years of playing cricket.
“I saw the light on and thought I’d check to see if you were still here,” Ravi said, his eyes taking in Priya’s curves.
Priya felt a flutter in her chest. She had never noticed how handsome Ravi was before. She invited him in, and they started talking about work. But as the night wore on, the conversation turned to more personal topics. They discovered they had a lot in common, and the chemistry between them was palpable.
Without thinking, Priya leaned in and kissed Ravi. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she longed to feel it inside her.
They moved to the couch, their lips never breaking contact. Ravi’s hands found Priya’s breasts, and he squeezed them gently, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned with pleasure, her hips grinding against his.
Ravi broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Priya’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, and she longed to feel him inside her.
Ravi moved his hand between Priya’s legs, rubbing her clit through her pants. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He undid her pants and slid his fingers inside her, feeling how wet she was.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers exploring her folds.
Priya couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled Ravi’s pants down, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, feeling its length and girth. She licked her lips, eager to taste him.
She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip. He moaned, his hands tangled in her hair. She took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.
Ravi pulled Priya up and lay her down on the couch. He spread her legs and licked her pussy, tasting her juices. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He licked her clit, teasing it with his tongue.
Priya could feel herself getting close. She begged Ravi to fuck her, but he wanted to make her cum first. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand.
Finally, she came, her juices flowing down Ravi’s hand. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her hips meeting his.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one. Ravi thrust deeper and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. Priya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
They changed positions, with Priya on top. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in Ravi’s face. He squeezed them gently, pinching her nipples.
Finally, they both came, their orgasms
rocking their bodies. Priya collapsed on top of Ravi, her body spent.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. Then, they got dressed and went their separate ways. But they both knew they would be back for more.
The end.
