In the heart of India, there was a woman named Priya. She was a vision of beauty, with her raven hair cascading down her perfect body. Her breasts were full and firm, and her skin was the color of honey. Her body was a work of art, and she knew it.
Priya was a devadasi, a temple dancer dedicated to the goddess Yellamma. She spent her days in the temple, dancing and singing for the goddess and the pilgrims who came to visit. But when the sun went down, Priya was free to do as she pleased.
One night, as Priya was walking home from the temple, she was approached by a stranger. He was a handsome young man, with dark skin and piercing eyes. He introduced himself as Ravi, and he was immediately captivated by Priya’s beauty.
“Will you come home with me?” Ravi asked, his voice low and seductive.
Priya hesitated for a moment, but she couldn’t resist Ravi’s charm. She nodded her head, and they walked together to his home.
As soon as they were inside, Ravi pulled Priya close and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, and Priya responded eagerly. They explored each other’s bodies, their hands roaming over smooth skin and firm muscles.
Ravi’s hands found Priya’s breasts, and he cupped them gently, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Priya moaned, her head falling back as Ravi’s lips found her neck. He nibbled and licked, his breath hot against her skin.
Priya’s hands were busy too, exploring Ravi’s muscular chest and abs. She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants, feeling it harden under her touch.
Ravi groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Take them off,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Priya eagerly undid Ravi’s pants, freeing his cock. It was long and thick, and she licked her lips as she wrapped her hand around it.
