Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Mumbai, lived a woman named Priya. She was a woman of exquisite beauty, with long, wavy brunette hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and a pair of perfect, round breasts that would make any man’s head turn. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and her lips, full and inviting. She was an Indian woman, with a hint of olive skin, and a body that was both curvaceous and toned. She was 25 years old, a woman in her prime, with a confidence that radiated from within.
Priya worked as a high-end escort, catering to the desires of the wealthiest men in the city. She was a professional in every sense of the word, always dressed in the most elegant and revealing of outfits, and always ready to satisfy her clients’ deepest fantasies. She was a siren, a temptress, and she knew it.
One evening, she received a call from a new client, a businessman named Rahul. He was a man in his late 40s, with a reputation for being ruthless and demanding. He had heard about Priya’s reputation, and he wanted to experience her services for himself.
Priya arrived at Rahul’s penthouse apartment, dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, and a pair of high heels that made her legs look endless. Rahul’s eyes widened as he saw her, and he felt a stirring in his loins.
They started with small talk, but it was clear that neither of them was there for conversation. Rahul’s eyes kept wandering to Priya’s perfect breasts, and Priya could see the desire in his eyes. She stood up, and walked over to him, sitting on his lap and running her fingers through his hair.
“You want me, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heavy.
Rahul nodded, unable to speak. Priya stood up, and slowly started to unzip her dress. She let it fall to the ground, revealing her lacy black lingerie. Rahul’s eyes widened as he saw her, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
Priya walked over to him, and started to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his hard muscles. Rahul groaned as he felt her touch, and he reached out to touch her.
“Not yet,” Priya said, pushing his hands away. “Let me take care of you first.”
She knelt down in front of him, and started to unbuckle his belt. She pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock. Priya wrapped her lips around his cock, and started to suck. Rahul groaned as he felt her mouth on him, and he reached down to touch her hair.
Priya started to move her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm, and she increased her pace. Rahul’s breathing became ragged, and he let out a loud moan as he came.
Priya stood up, and started to take off her lingerie. Rahul watched her, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Priya walked over to him, and straddled him. She guided his cock into her pussy, and started to ride him.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Priya leaned down, and kissed Rahul. He could taste himself on her lips, and it only made him harder.
They changed positions, with Rahul on top, thrusting into her. Priya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Harder, harder.”
Rahul increased his pace, and Priya could feel herself getting close to orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, and let out a loud moan as she came.
Rahul collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath.
“That was amazing,” Rahul said, his voice hoarse.
Priya smiled, and kissed him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said.
They got dressed, and Priya left the apartment.
As she walked back to her own apartment, she couldn’t help but think about Rahul. He was a demanding client, but she couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed their time together. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
*The end.*
