In the bustling city of Mumbai, there was a woman named Priya. She was a vision of beauty, with her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall and her perfect, round breasts that commanded attention. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, and her curves were enough to drive any man wild with desire.
One night, as Priya walked home from work, she noticed a handsome stranger following her. She quickened her pace, but he followed her, his eyes glued to her every move. Finally, she stopped and turned to face him.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he replied, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
