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Balraj stood in the middle of the leaf-strewn circle and raised his voice so it carried clearly through the quiet trees.
“Last final round, Kavya madam. You have only two pieces left on your body. Bra and panty. If you are still ready to play… or will you accept that you are already defeated?”
He smiled that slow, teasing smile. His eyes moved openly over her.
“Look, madam. Your body is glittering in only panty and bra. So hot looking you are right now.”
Kavya’s face burned. She crossed her arms for a second, then dropped them again, refusing to hide.
“Shut up, Balraj. I will not accept my defeat. I will never accept that I failed. I will fight. I am ready for round three.”
Balraj laughed, a deep, rolling sound full of amusement and something darker.
“Madam… just look one time at your condition and still you think you will defeat me? If you fail to succeed this time, what happens… you know, Kavya madam?”
His tone was pure teasing, soft and dangerous.
Kavya’s heart skipped hard inside her chest. The words sank in. She was already standing in only a black bra and a tiny panty. The bra covered only half of her full 36 breasts; the upper soft curves and deep cleavage were open. The panty was so small it barely covered the soft mound between her legs and left most of her round ass bare. If she lost one more round, the next piece of cloth would leave her almost completely naked in the middle of the forest.
A strange mix of panic and tight excitement moved through her stomach. Her deep oval navel felt suddenly more exposed. Her skin prickled. She stood silently for a long moment, breathing faster, feeling the weight of what another loss would mean.
Balraj watched her face and laughed again, longer this time.
“Hmmmm… ha ha ha ha. I know, madam. You won’t play further. You realise your condition. I know.”
He was pitching his voice on purpose, pushing her, wanting her to get angry enough to continue. He wanted the fight. He wanted the next removal. He wanted more of her body.
The tactic worked.
Frustration and shyness and pride all exploded inside Kavya at once. Her cheeks were red, her eyes bright with emotion.
“I will play, Balraj!” she said in a sharp, aggressive voice. “I will sure win!”
Balraj’s eyes travelled slowly from the top of her head to her feet. He took in the soft shine of her underarms, the full shape of her 36 breasts half-spilling from the black bra, the deep oval navel sitting open in the centre of her bare stomach, the tiny panty that barely hid anything, and the round curves of her hips and ass. He smirked.
“Okay. Your wish, madam. Come. Let’s start the third round.”
They both stepped inside the circle and faced each other.




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To Balraj’s eyes she already looked almost nude. The black bra and tiny panty left almost nothing to the imagination. Her skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat. Her breathing lifted her heavy breasts with every inhale.
They started.
This time Kavya played with full clear intention. She moved fast, used her training, and crossed one leg tightly around his. She twisted hard. Balraj’s balance broke. He fell heavily onto the leaves with a surprised grunt.
He looked up at her from the ground and actually smiled with real appreciation.
“Good move.”
He rose quickly and the fight continued. Bodies crashed together again. Hands gripped. Legs tangled. For a few seconds it was even. Then Balraj used his remaining strength in one sudden burst. He caught her around the waist, lifted her clean off the ground in a swift powerful motion, and then lowered her hard onto her back on the forest floor.
Kavya hit the leaves with a soft cry. Before she could recover, his hand shot out. In one clean, practised pull he plucked the black bra completely off her body.
The bra flew sideways and landed on the leaves.
Her big 36 breasts spilled free into the open air.
They were full, heavy, and soft. The large brown areolas and tight nipples were completely visible. The soft white flesh jiggled once from the sudden freedom and then settled, rising and falling fast with her shocked breathing.
Kavya’s eyes went wide. A short, sharp sound of pure shock left her mouth. Instantly she turned her head left, then right, then behind her, scanning every direction of the jungle. Her heart hammered with the sudden fear that someone—anyone—might be watching. Trees, bushes, shadows… she searched them all with panicked eyes. To her intense relief the forest stayed empty. No ranger. No stranger. Only the two of them.
“Balraj… what did you do?!” she cried, voice high with shock and anger.
He stood over her, breathing a little hard, eyes fixed on her bare breasts with open hunger and triumph.
“Madam, it is a bet. You know I told you initially. If I win, I remove one piece of your cloth each time. If you win, you remove mine. You already accepted the terms.”
Kavya stayed silent on the ground for a long second. Her bare breasts looked magnificent in the filtered light—full, soft, the brown nipples tight from the sudden cool air and from emotion. She quickly brought both hands up and covered them, pressing her palms flat over the heavy flesh, trying to hide what he had just uncovered.









Balraj laughed.
“Again, madam? You try to hide yourself even though you are an officer. I think you should fight with courage and win. Right now you look like a coward, only protecting yourself.”
The word “coward” hit her like fresh fuel. Hot anger flared through the shame. She dropped her hands, pushed herself up, and launched at him with new aggression.
This time she managed to get behind him for a moment, then swung one arm around his head and locked his face tightly into the soft hollow of her right underarm. She twisted hard, using her body weight, and pressed him down. His face ended up pressed against the side of her right breast. The full, soft weight of the bare breast hung right beside his mouth, the brown nipple almost brushing his lips.
Balraj did not fight the hold the way she expected.
Instead he simply opened his mouth, turned his head the small distance needed, and took the soft heavy breast between his lips. He sucked.
The sudden wet heat of his mouth closed over her nipple and areola. He drew the soft flesh in and sucked with slow, hungry pressure. His tongue moved against the tight peak.
Kavya froze for a split second, stunned.
A strange, powerful sensation shot from her breast straight down into her stomach and lower. Heat bloomed under her skin. She had planned to use the underarm lock to force him into submission, but now his mouth was working on her bare breast while she held him there.
She did not release him.
I will not let go. I have to win this round. No matter what he does.
She tightened her arm around his head, pressing his face even more firmly into the soft underarm and against the side of her breast. The position forced her breast deeper against his mouth. Balraj took full advantage. He sucked harder, drawing the nipple in, swirling his tongue, then sucking again with wet, rhythmic pulls. His other hand came up and gripped her free hip, holding her steady while he fed on the soft flesh.
A soft, helpless sound slipped from Kavya’s lips.
“Hmmm… hmmm…”
The moans came out against her will. Her body was responding even while her mind stayed locked on the fight. The wet heat of his mouth, the strong suction, the feel of his tongue on her sensitive nipple—everything sent waves of unwanted arousal through her. Her free breast hung heavy and open. Her deep oval navel was right there in front of him if he turned his head lower. Her tiny panty felt suddenly too warm.
Balraj kept sucking, slow and thorough, as if he had all the time in the world. He shifted just enough to take more of the soft breast into his mouth, then released it with a soft wet sound and moved lower for a moment. His lips found the bare skin of her midriff and pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss directly onto her deep oval navel. He sucked the neat hollow gently, tongue dipping inside, before returning to her breast and claiming the nipple again.
Kavya’s legs trembled. The dual sensation—breast and navel—was too much. More soft moans escaped her.
“Hmmm… ahh…”









Still she did not release the headlock. She used the position, twisted harder, and forced him further down onto the leaves. Her bare breasts hung above him now, one still glistening from his mouth. She shifted her weight, pinned one of his arms with her knee, and reached with her free hand for the flag that had fallen nearby during the struggle.
Balraj could have broken free. His strength was still greater. But he stayed where he was for several long seconds more, sucking deeply on her breast one last time, kissing her navel once more, taking everything he wanted from the position she herself had created.
Only when her fingers closed around the flag and she yanked it free did he finally ease his resistance....



Kavya kept her focus locked on one thing only — winning.
Her arm stayed tight around Balraj’s head, pressing his face into the soft hollow of her underarm and against the side of her bare breast. She twisted her body, used her weight, and tried to force him fully onto his back so she could claim the final victory. Her mind stayed sharp on the flag, on the circle, on the need to prove she was stronger.
But Balraj’s mind was somewhere else entirely.
While she concentrated on the hold, his hands moved with slow, deliberate purpose over the beautiful assets he had already uncovered. Both of his rough palms came up and closed over her full, heavy 36 breasts. He squeezed them firmly — not painful, but deep and claiming — feeling the soft flesh overflow his big hands. His thumbs brushed across the tight brown nipples, pressing and circling them while his mouth stayed latched onto one breast, sucking the nipple with wet, steady pulls.
At the same time one large hand slid lower.
His rough fingers trailed down the soft curve of her bare stomach, paused to press and circle her deep oval navel, then continued downward. The hand slipped between her thighs. Over the thin fabric of her tiny panty he found the soft mound of her pussy and began to rotate his fingers in slow, firm circles. The rough texture of his skin dragged against the damp cloth. He pressed, rubbed, and circled without stopping.
Dual sensations hit Kavya at once.
Hot wet suction on her nipple.
Heavy squeezing on both breasts.
Rough fingers pressing and rotating right over her most private place.
A strange, powerful wave rolled through her stomach and lower.
“Hmmmm… Balraj… what you doing… Stop…”
Her voice started firm, but the words already shook. She tightened her arm around his head, refusing to let go. She would not lose the hold. She would not give him the win. Yet her body was starting to betray her.
Balraj ignored the protest completely. He sucked harder on the nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, while his other hand kept rotating over her panty-covered pussy with slow, expert pressure. The cloth was already growing wetter under his fingers. He could feel the heat and the growing dampness. His free hand squeezed one full breast again, then slid around to grip the soft, round cheek of her ass and squeeze that too — firm, possessive, pulling her hips slightly closer against him.
Kavya’s breathing broke.
“Ball… Raaaaajjjjjjj…. noooo…. Plsssss…… Stooppppplll……”
The words came out trembling, stretched, half-moan and half-command. Her voice no longer sounded like the strict IPS officer. It sounded softer, hotter, unsteady. Still she held him tightly. Her arm stayed locked. Her will stayed fixed on winning. But every new touch made the will harder to hold.
Balraj felt the change in her voice and used it.
He squeezed her big ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh, then slowly hooked one finger under the side edge of her tiny panty. He pulled the thin cloth aside. Cool air touched her bare, already-dripping cunt for a second. Then his thick, rough finger slid directly against the wet folds.
She was soaked.
The moment his finger touched the slick, hot skin, Balraj let out a low, hard laugh of pure triumph. The sound vibrated against her breast. He rubbed the wetness slowly, spreading it, pressing gently between the soft lips, feeling how ready her body had become even while her mouth still tried to protest.
“Hmmmmm… balraaAajjjjjjj… donyttttt…”
Kavya’s voice cracked completely. The last word dissolved into a long, shaky moan. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch against his hand. Pleasure and panic mixed inside her. She was still holding him, still trying to force the win, still refusing to release the headlock — but her cunt was dripping onto his finger, her nipple was swollen inside his mouth, and her whole body was starting to melt under the dual attack.
Balraj kept his finger moving slowly over the wet, sensitive flesh, rubbing, circling, occasionally dipping just the tip between the folds while his mouth continued sucking her breast with wet, hungry sounds. His other hand never stopped squeezing her ass and the heavy soft breast he was not sucking.
Kavya’s will remained.
She did not let go.
She still wanted the victory.
But the old man’s hands and mouth had already ignited something deep and hungry inside her that no amount of training could fully silence.
The forest stayed quiet except for the wet sounds of his mouth, the soft filthy slide of his finger against her dripping cunt, and her broken, trembling moans that could no longer form proper words.








Balraj slowly fingerling her wet cunt.... Kavya slowly aroused and felt a different sensation... She closed her eyes and lips with forcefully to not moan before him.... But he know how to deal woman's like strict officers... Balraj this time slowly added second finger in her dripping cunt..... At a time she jumps her body with shivering.... Baaaaaaalllrajjjjjjjjjjj noooooooooooooo pleaseeeeeeeeee...... But he satisfactory smile finger fucking doing..... She barely losing her control over him due to arousal and pleasure........



To be continues....

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Balraj’s thick, rough finger did not stay still on the outside.
He slowly pushed it deeper between the slick folds and began to circle inside her cunt. The finger moved in a steady, deliberate rhythm — in, out, circling, pressing against the soft wet walls. Each slow circle sent a sharp wave of pleasure straight up through Kavya’s stomach.
Her heart jumped hard against her ribs.
“Hmm… pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… balrajjjjjjjjjjjjjj….. Not thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… ohh hhhhhhhhh…”
The long, broken moans poured out of her without control. Her voice was no longer commanding. It was high, shaky, and full of pure sensation. She still kept her arm locked around his head, still tried to hold the winning position, but her body was starting to melt around his finger.
Balraj felt how tightly her wet walls gripped him and laughed low against her breast. Without warning he added a second thick finger and pushed both inside her in one firm stroke.
Kavya’s whole body jumped.
A sharp, helpless cry left her throat. Her hips jerked upward against his hand. The sudden stretch and the deep pressure made her thighs tremble. She could not hold him the same way anymore. The strength in her arms weakened for a second as pure pleasure flooded her. She bit down hard on her lower lip, teeth pressing into the soft flesh, trying to stop more sounds from escaping. Her face turned upward toward the sky, eyes half-closed, refusing to look at him while the two rough fingers moved inside her.
Big, open-mouthed breaths tore from her lungs.
“Hmmm… ahhhh… ahhhh…”
The airy, broken sounds filled the quiet forest. Her bare breasts rose and fell rapidly. The nipple still trapped in his mouth was swollen and wet. Her deep oval navel moved with every desperate breath.
Yet somewhere inside the storm of sensation, one clear thought remained.
This time I cannot be defeated by him. I will not lose.
She forced her arm to tighten again around his head, trying to keep control of the hold even while her cunt clenched and dripped around his fingers.
Balraj felt the renewed pressure of her arm and only smiled wider. He curled both fingers upward and began to rub fast and firmly against the sensitive spot deep inside her — the place that made her entire lower body light up.
The sudden fast rubbing on her G-spot was too much.
“Nooooooo!”
The cry tore out of her, high and raw. Her back arched hard. Her free hand flew down and grabbed his wrist, but she did not pull him away. Her hips moved against his hand in small, helpless circles even as her mouth kept saying no. Pleasure crashed through her in hot waves. Her wet walls fluttered and squeezed his fingers tightly. More clear fluid slipped out around them and ran down onto her thighs.
Balraj kept the fast, focused rubbing without mercy, sucking hard on her nipple at the same time, giving her no space to recover. Kavya’s face stayed turned up to the sky, lips parted, teeth still marks on her lower lip, long shaking moans spilling out with every breath while she fought with the last of her will not to surrender the round completely.
The old man’s fingers owned her cunt.
Her body was shaking with the pleasure he forced on her.
And still, somewhere under all the heat and the moans, the strict officer refused to say the words of full defeat.











Kavya’s mind spun even while her body shook.
What is this man doing? I am pressing his throat so tightly with my arm… he should be struggling to breathe… yet he is still rubbing inside my cunt like nothing can stop him. He is not even trying to break free. He is only focused on what he wants from my body.
The thought made her both angry and deeply shaken. She tightened her arm even more around his neck and head, using every bit of remaining strength. The soft flesh of her underarm and the side of her bare breast pressed harder against his face. She wanted him to feel real pressure. She wanted him to stop.
Balraj only smiled against her skin.
He slowly pulled both thick fingers out of her dripping cunt. The withdrawal made a soft, wet sound. Clear, thick juices stretched between her folds and his fingers in shiny strings. He lifted the two glistening fingers right up in front of her face so she had no choice but to see them.
Kavya’s eyes widened.
Her own wetness coated his rough fingers completely — thick, shiny, and unmistakable. The sight hit her like a slap of pure shame. Heat flooded her cheeks and neck. She was a high-rank IPS officer, trained, powerful, respected… yet here she was, staring at the clear proof that her body had responded so strongly to this old housekeeper’s touch. The juices looked so much. Too much. She felt utterly exposed and embarrassed as a woman.
Balraj watched her shocked, ashamed face with open enjoyment. Then, without a word, he brought the two wet fingers to his own mouth and pushed them inside. He sucked them slowly and loudly.
Slurp… sulrp… sulrp…
The wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet space between them. He licked every drop of her juices from his fingers with clear pleasure, eyes locked on hers the whole time. He made sure she saw and heard everything.
Kavya’s face burned hotter than ever.
I am an officer… a lady of rank… and he is sucking my own wetness in front of me like it is nothing.








Slurp… sulrp… sulrp…
The wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet space between them. He licked every drop of her juices from his fingers with clear pleasure, eyes locked on hers the whole time.

Her eyes closed due to that erotic action.. She forcedly shut her eyes.. But the sounds surlp.... Sulrp.... Sounds make her open her eyes and watching.... And He made sure she saw and heard everything.
Kavya’s face burned hotter than ever.
I am an officer… a lady of rank… and he is sucking my own wetness in front of me like it is nothing.
The shame was almost unbearable. Her lips trembled. She wanted to look away, but her eyes stayed fixed on his mouth as he cleaned his fingers with those loud, deliberate sucks.
Still she did not release the hold on his head and throat.
Balraj finished sucking his fingers clean, then immediately slid them back between her thighs. He pushed both fingers deep into her cunt again in one firm stroke. The sudden return made her whole body jerk.
“Hmmm… ahhhh…”
He began rubbing her G-spot again, faster this time, while his mouth returned to her breast and sucked the nipple hard. The dual attack — thick fingers working deep inside her and hot mouth pulling on her nipple — broke the last of her control over her voice.
Her moans changed.
They became longer, softer, more open. The strict edge disappeared. What came out now was pure submission to the pleasure, even while her arm still stayed locked around him.
“Hmmm… haaa… Balraj… ahhhh… no… hmmmm… yesss… ahhhh…”
The words mixed together — protest and surrender tangled in the same shaky breaths. Her hips began to move against his hand in small, helpless circles. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around his fingers, dripping fresh wetness onto his palm. Her free hand gripped his shoulder tightly, not to push him away, but as if she needed something to hold onto while the pleasure kept rising.
Balraj felt the change completely. He knew she was breaking under the sensations. He could have easily flipped her, broken the hold, and taken the final win. His strength was still greater. But he chose not to.
He wantedly slowed his resistance. He let her keep the headlock. He let her stay in the dominant position on top of the struggle. He kept fingering her and sucking her breast, giving her more and more pleasure, but he deliberately stopped fighting for the physical victory of the round.











Kavya, lost in the heat and the shame and the overwhelming sensations, used the last of her focus. She twisted harder, pressed his head down, and forced his shoulders fully onto the leaves while she kept the flag side of the circle under her control.
She had won the round.
Her body was still shaking, her cunt still gripping his fingers, her breast still wet from his mouth, and her face still burning with the memory of watching him suck her own juices. Soft, broken moans continued to leave her lips even as the realisation settled.
She had taken the win.
But Balraj had taken everything else he wanted — her wetness on his tongue, her moans of unwilling pleasure, and the clear knowledge that he could make the strict officer’s body respond no matter how tightly she tried to control him.
He lay back on the leaves, fingers still slowly moving inside her, and looked up at her with a quiet, satisfied smile....

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Balraj slowly pulled his fingers out of her still-dripping cunt. The wet sound was soft but clear. He released her breast from his mouth with a final gentle suck and sat up on the leaves. His lips were shiny. His chest rose and fell steadily.
He stood first, then reached down and took both of Kavya’s hands. With easy strength he pulled her up until she was standing in front of him. Her bare 36 breasts hung full and heavy, nipples still wet and tight from his mouth. The tiny panty was the only cloth left on her body, soaked between her legs and stuck to her skin. Her deep oval navel moved with every uneven breath.
Balraj held her hands gently and looked into her eyes. His voice came out warm and respectful, almost soft.
“You won, madam. Your power is so good. I could not hold on… so I accepted my defeat.”
The words sounded sincere. Kavya’s chest lifted with a small, private pride. She had done it. The trained IPS officer had beaten the strong older man in the final round. For a moment the shame of her earlier moans and the wetness he had shown her faded under that feeling of victory.
But deep in Balraj’s heart the truth was different.
He had wantedly lost.
The game itself never mattered.
His real aim from the beginning had been her beautiful, voluptuous body — the heavy soft breasts, the deep oval navel, the dripping cunt, the way her strict officer’s will broke into moans under his hands and mouth. He had taken all of that. The loss of the round was a small price.
Before either of them could speak again, the sky opened.
Heavy rain began to fall without warning. Fat, cold drops hit the leaves, their bare skin, and the ground around them. Within seconds the rain became a hard curtain. Water ran down Kavya’s bare shoulders, over the full curves of her breasts, down the centre of her stomach and into her navel, then lower across the tiny wet panty.
Balraj moved instantly.
In one sudden, powerful motion he bent, slid one arm under her bare thighs and the other around her back, and lifted her completely off the ground. Kavya weighed sixty-five kilograms, yet he raised her as if she weighed nothing. Her bare breasts pressed against his solid, wet chest. Her soft stomach and the tiny panty rubbed against his hard stomach and the thick shape still hidden in his dhoti.
“Madam… raining. Come into that old small hut.”
He started running.
The rain poured over both of them. Water streamed down his bald head, over his strong shoulders and bare torso. It made his skin shine. Kavya’s body was fully exposed to the cold rain and to his arms. Her heavy breasts bounced softly with every running step. Her nipples stayed tight. The tiny panty clung even tighter to her wet cunt and the round cheeks of her ass.
She stared at his face and chest in pure stun.
He is fifty-five… an old housekeeper… and he is carrying my full weight for a hundred metres without slowing down, without even breathing hard.
The raw strength in his arms and the easy way he held her body against him sent a fresh wave of heat through her stomach. She had just defeated him in the fight, yet now she felt small and completely carried by his power.
They reached the small old hut at the edge of the trees. The wooden door was half open. Balraj stepped inside, still holding her tightly, and only then lowered her slowly to her feet on the dry-ish earthen floor.
Rain water dripped from both of them.
Kavya stood there in the dim light of the hut, completely semi-nude except for the tiny soaked panty. Her full breasts were bare, shiny with rain, nipples dark and tight. Water droplets ran down the deep line of her cleavage, over the soft under-curves, and down her stomach into the oval navel. The panty was almost transparent now, stuck to every fold of her pussy and leaving most of her ass uncovered.
She could not stop staring at him.
Balraj’s older body was fully wet. Rain water ran in small rivers down the hard lines of his chest and stomach. The thin dhoti clung to his hips and thighs, clearly showing the thick, heavy shape of his cock still half-hard underneath. His bald head shone. His arms still looked strong from carrying her. The sight of this wet, older, powerful man who had just made her moan and drip, and who had then lifted her like a bride through the rain, left her strangely mesmerised.
He looked at her exposed body with quiet hunger and then spoke again in that same soft, praising tone — the tone that always contained a hidden trick.
“You look so strong, madam. You truly defeated me.”
The words sank into her. A warm, proud feeling rose again in her chest even while her bare breasts rose and fell in front of his eyes. She had won. He was admitting it. The strict officer part of her liked hearing it.
What she did not fully realise yet was that he had deliberately made sure she never collected her scattered clothes after the fight. The blouse, the bra, the petticoat, the saree — all of them still lay somewhere out in the rain-soaked forest. She stood in the small hut wearing nothing but one tiny, soaked panty, her voluptuous body fully available to his eyes, while the rain hammered on the old roof above them.
Balraj’s real game had never been about who took the flag.
It had always been about her body.
And right now, in the dim hut, with rain water still running down her bare breasts and into her navel, that game was only becoming more dangerous… and more delicious.




Kavya finally came back to her senses inside the small hut.
The rain still hammered on the old roof. Water dripped from her wet hair onto her bare shoulders. She suddenly realised how completely exposed she was — standing in front of Balraj with nothing but the tiny soaked panty clinging to her hips. Her full 36 breasts were completely bare, heavy, shiny with rain, nipples still tight and dark.
Heat rushed to her face. She quickly brought both hands up and tried to cover her breasts. Her palms pressed against the soft, wet flesh, fingers spreading in a desperate attempt to hide them.
Balraj watched her and let out a low, deep laugh.
“Madam… it will not cover with your tiny hands. Those big boobs are not something small hands can hide.” His eyes moved openly over the soft flesh that still spilled around her fingers. “You are really so beautiful, madam.”
The praise and the open stare made her cheeks burn hotter. She pressed her hands tighter, but he was right — the heavy curves overflowed her palms. The deep cleavage still showed. The lower soft undersides still peeked out. She could not fully hide what he had already seen, touched, and sucked.
Balraj’s voice softened a little, though the hunger in his eyes stayed.
“I will give you something.”
He reached down, untied the knot of his wet dhoti, and pulled the cloth completely off his body in one smooth motion. The white fabric fell to the earthen floor. He held it out toward her with one hand.
“Take it. Cover yourself.”
Kavya’s eyes dropped automatically — and then froze.
He was fully nude now.
His big cock hung heavily between his strong thighs. Even half-soft from the rain and the run, it looked thick, long, and substantial — the same snake-like shape she had seen earlier when she had yanked his dhoti during the fight, but now completely free and open in the dim light of the hut. The dark head, the heavy shaft, the way it rested against his thigh… everything was clear.
Her mind went blank for a second.
What the hell…
Her mouth fell open slightly. She stared. She could not stop staring. The strict IPS officer who had just forced a win over him now stood frozen, bare-breasted, hands still trying to cover herself, eyes locked on the thick, hanging cock of the older man who had carried her through the rain and who had already made her cunt drip and her moans break.
Rain water still ran slowly down his solid chest and stomach, trailing toward the base of that heavy cock. His body looked powerful and unashamed. He simply stood there, holding the wet dhoti out to her, watching her stunned face with quiet satisfaction.
Kavya’s breath stayed shallow. Her fingers dug a little harder into the soft flesh of her own breasts, but her eyes refused to look away from what he had just uncovered.
The small hut felt even smaller.
The rain outside kept falling.
And the only cloth between her complete nakedness and his was the wet dhoti hanging from his hand… and the tiny soaked panty still clinging to her hips.

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