In the heart of New Delhi, in a luxurious high-rise apartment, a woman named Priya reveled in the privacy of her secluded abode. A woman of Indian descent, she was known for her striking features – her caramel skin, her dark, wavy hair, and her perfect body, which she took great care to maintain. Her breasts, in particular, were a source of pride for her – they were full and firm, with dark nipples that stood out against her tanned skin.
One fateful night, she found herself alone, her husband away on business. She had always been a sensual creature, and the silence of the apartment only served to heighten her arousal. She wandered through the rooms, her fingers trailing along the walls, her heart beating faster with every step.
She finally came to a stop in front of the large windows, looking out at the city below. The lights twinkled like stars, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She reached up, untying the sash of her robe, letting it fall open and reveal her perfect body.
She ran her hands over her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples, making them harden and stand out. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a lover, a stranger, anyone who could satisfy her insatiable hunger.
As if on cue, she heard a soft knock at the door. She opened her eyes, startled, but the desire in her belly only grew stronger. She walked over to the door, opening it slowly, revealing a man she had never seen before.
He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked at her, his gaze raking over her naked body, and she felt a surge of lust run through her. She stepped back, inviting him in, and he closed the door behind him.
Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and she met him eagerly, her body melting against his.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He moved lower, his lips finding her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples.
She moaned, her head falling back as he sucked and bit at her sensitive flesh. His hands roamed over her body, his fingers teasing her other breast, making her squirm with pleasure.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her stomach, his tongue tracing the curve of her belly. She looked down at him, her breath coming in short gasps as he moved lower still, his mouth finding the soft curls of hair between her legs.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she nodded, giving him permission. He leaned in, his tongue finding her clit, and she cried out, her hips bucking up to meet him.
He licked and sucked at her, his fingers teasing her entrance. She was wet, her body ready for him, and he slid one finger inside her, then two, stretching her out.
She moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, holding him close. He moved faster, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars.
She came hard, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working her until she was sensitive, until she begged him to stop.
He stood up, his mouth glistening with her juices. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He reached down, his fingers finding her entrance again, this time wet with her own juices.
He teased her, his fingers sliding in and out of her, making her moan with pleasure. She was ready for him, her body begging for more.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire, and she nodded, giving him permission.
He slid inside her, filling her up, making her gasp with pleasure. He started to move, his hips thrusting “`less
