In the heart of Delhi, a renowned tattoo artist named Ravi lived in a cozy apartment. One day, a young woman named Priya visited him to get a tattoo. She was a fiery 22-year-old with a sharp mind and a burning desire for new experiences.
As Ravi began his work, he couldn’t help but notice Priya’s delicate features and admire her confidence. He found himself drawn to her, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. After hours of meticulous inking, Ravi completed the intricate design on Priya’s upper arm.
“You’re amazing,” Priya whispered, her dark eyes locked with Ravi’s. Her hand reached up, tracing the lines of his beard before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Ravi hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her, deepening their kiss.
The kiss turned passionate, and they tasted each other’s lips with urgency. Ravi’s hands roamed her body, feeling her curves through her clothes. He slipped his fingers beneath her blouse, caressing her soft skin.
Priya broke away from the kiss, her voice needy. “Take me to the kitchen, Ravi. I want to feel you against me.”
Ravi led her to the kitchen, where Priya sat at the counter. She pulled him close, their lips meeting again. Their tongues danced together, and their breaths mingled. Priya tugged at Ravi’s shirt, pulling it over his head. She trailed kisses down his chest and abdomen, her fingers fumbling with his belt.
Ravi groaned as she freed his aching cock. Priya wrapped her lips around him, her head bobbing up and down. Her moans vibrated around his shaft, driving him wild.
“Priya, wait,” Ravi gasped, pulling her up from her knees. “I need to taste you.”
He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. Ravi buried his face between her thighs, licking her clit and teasing her entrance. Priya’s back arched as she ground against his mouth.
“Yes, Ravi, just like that,” she urged, her fingers threading through his hair.
He slid a finger inside her, curling against her G-spot. She writhed and cried out as her orgasm washed over her.
“Now, Ravi. I want you inside me now,” she demanded, breathless.
Ravi positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. Her pussy clenched around him, still sensitive from her climax. He moved inside her, each thrust harder and deeper.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hand gripping her hip.
Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. She moaned, biting her lip.
“Harder, Ravi. I want to feel you everywhere,” she begged.
He obliged, slamming into her. The counter shook as they moved together, their moans filling the room.
“I’m close,” Ravi groaned, his fingers digging into her skin.
“Cum inside me, Ravi. I want to feel every inch of you,” Priya pleaded.
With a final thrust, Ravi filled her with his release. They panted, their bodies glistening with sweat.
“That was incredible,” Priya whispered, a lazy smile on her face.
Ravi smiled back, his fingers tracing the lines of her new tattoo. “I couldn’t agree more.”
