In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a sight to behold with her long, wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders and her perfect, voluptuous breasts that commanded attention. She was an Indian beauty, with caramel skin and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief and allure.
Priya worked as a masseuse in a high-end spa, renowned for her magical touch. She had a way of making her clients feel at ease, her soothing voice and skilled hands working in tandem to ease their tension and worries. But it wasn’t just her technique that had people coming back for more; it was the way she made them feel – desired, wanted, and completely captivated by her presence.
One day, a man named Ravi came to the spa. He was a successful businessman, always on the go and never taking time for himself. He had heard about Priya’s reputation and decided to give her a try.
As soon as Ravi laid down on the massage table, he knew he was in for a treat. Priya’s touch was like nothing he had ever experienced before – gentle yet firm, soothing yet invigorating. She worked her way up his body, kneading his muscles and releasing the knots that had built up over time.
As she reached his shoulders, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “You’re very tense,” she whispered, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Let me help you relax.”
With that, she began to massage his neck, her fingers working their way down to his chest. She could feel his heart beating faster, his breath quickening as she touched him. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had him under her spell.
Priya continued to work her magic, her hands moving lower and lower until she was cupping his cock through his pants. He let out a low moan, his body tensing with pleasure.
“I think I have just the thing to help you relax,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
She undid his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. She wrapped her hand around it, slowly stroking it as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, unable to speak.
She took that as her cue and began to lick and nibble his earlobe, her other hand continuing to stroke his cock. She could feel it growing harder in her hand, his hips thrusting up to meet her touch.
She then moved down his body, her lips trailing kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his cock. She took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him deep into her throat.
Ravi let out a loud moan, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair as she sucked him off. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, his hips thrusting upwards as he neared his release.
But just as he was about to cum, Priya pulled back, a wicked smile on her face.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice full of promise.
She then climbed on top of him, straddling him as she guided his cock inside of her. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with every movement as she moaned with pleasure.
Ravi reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples as she rode him harder and faster.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
They continued to fuck like this, their bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm. Priya could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock as she moaned with pleasure.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’m cumming,” she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard around his cock.
Ravi couldn’t hold back any longer either.
“Fuck, I’m cumming too,” he groaned, his hips thrusting upwards as he filled her pussy with his cum.
They collapsed in a heap, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.
“You’re amazing,” Ravi whispered, his hands still cupping her breasts.
Priya smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I know.”
And with that, she got up and walked away, leaving Ravi lying there, completely spellbound.
