In the bustling city of Mumbai, there lived a woman named Priya. She was a sight to behold, with her long, dark hair cascading down her back, framing her face like a work of art. Her eyes were like deep, mysterious pools that one could easily get lost in. But what truly set her apart were her perfect, round breasts, firm and perky, a testament to her youthful allure.
Priya worked as a massage therapist, providing much-needed relaxation and rejuvenation to the city’s weary souls. Her hands were skilled, her touch firm yet gentle, and she had a way of making her clients feel completely at ease.
One day, a man named Ravi came to her for a massage. He was a successful businessman, always on the go, never taking the time to truly relax and unwind. From the moment Priya laid her hands on him, she could feel the tension in his muscles, the weight of the world bearing down on him.
As she worked her magic, her fingers kneading and probing, she could sense the tension slowly melting away. Ravi’s breathing deepened, his muscles relaxed, and a peaceful calm settled over him.
But as Priya continued to work, she couldn’t help but notice the way Ravi’s eyes kept drifting to her chest. She knew he was attracted to her, and she felt a thrill run through her at the thought of seducing him.
Slowly, she began to let her hands wander, her fingers brushing against his skin in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension rising, and she knew it was time to make her move.
Priya leaned in, her lips meeting Ravi’s in a soft, sensual kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard, erect nipples.
She moaned softly, her body trembling with desire. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her thigh, and she knew she had to have him.
Without a word, she stood up, leading him to the bed. She lay down, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. He didn’t need any further encouragement, his cock sliding into her wet, waiting pussy with a thrust that made her cry out in pleasure.
He began to fuck her, hard and fast, his hips slapping against hers as he drove himself deeper and deeper. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
But she didn’t want to hold back, she wanted to let go, to give in to the pleasure that was building inside her. And so she did, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and spent.
Ravi wasn’t far behind, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.
And as they lay there, Priya knew that this was just the beginning. She would have Ravi again, and again, and again. And he would be powerless to resist her charms, her enchanting touch.
The End.
