In the bustling city of New Delhi, there lived a woman named Priya. She was a brunette with perfect, round breasts that captivated the hearts of many. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back in waves, a sight to behold.
Priya worked as a manager at a local hotel, where she met a guest named Ravi. Ravi was a businessman from Mumbai, with a charm that was hard to resist. He had been traveling for work and was staying at the hotel for a week.
On their first meeting, Ravi was captivated by Priya’s beauty and grace. He approached her, introduced himself, and asked if she would like to join him for dinner. Priya was hesitant at first, but Ravi’s charm won her over.
At dinner, they talked and laughed, getting to know each other better. Ravi was a gentleman, and Priya found herself feeling more and more attracted to him. As the night went on, they found themselves alone in Ravi’s hotel room.
Without a word, Ravi reached out and pulled Priya close, their bodies pressed together. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and inviting. Priya responded, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance.
Ravi’s hands ran down Priya’s body, cupping her perfect breasts. He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her skin. Priya moaned, her body responding to his touch.
Ravi’s fingers found Priya’s nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Priya gasped, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her. Ravi’s mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple.
Priya’s hand found Ravi’s cock, hard and throbbing in his pants. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling him grow harder under her touch. Ravi groaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Ravi pulled Priya’s pants down, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit gently, feeling her body tremble under his touch. Priya moaned, her hips bucking forward.
Ravi slid a finger inside Priya, feeling her tight walls grip him. He added another finger, stretching her. Priya moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
