04-04-2025, 07:54 AM
She picked it up. "Hello…" A woman’s voice answered, "Hello, very good evening, ma’am. Sorry to bother you at this time. We’re calling from the company. Since tomorrow’s a holiday, we’re sending everyone their schedule papers tonight. Please wait and collect it."
"When will it arrive?" Vanitha asked, irritation creeping into her tone.
"Our company person is already at your hotel, distributing the papers. It’ll reach you in about twenty minutes. So, please…"
"Fine, I’ll wait," she replied.
"Thank you, ma’am," the call ended.
Annoyed, Vanitha stood, stuffed her phone into her handbag, went to the bathroom to wash her face, then headed to the hall. She sat on the left side of the sofa, waiting for her papers. Her mind drifted back to the car, and to shake it off, she turned on the TV. An English news channel flickered to life.
Just then, Angith emerged from his room. Vanitha felt a jolt of shock and fear but masked it with a faint smile. He smiled back and walked toward her, asking, "Did you get a call too?" She nodded, "Mm," and turned her eyes back to the TV. Angith sat in the middle of the sofa.
They watched in silence for a while until Angith glanced at her. As she reached to raise the TV volume with her right hand, her saree shifted, exposing her midriff and breasts. The sight reignited his desire, pulling his gaze to her. He slid closer.
Vanitha wanted to say, Please, no, this is wrong, we shouldn’t do this. But the words stuck inside her, and she stayed silent, staring at the TV. Now beside her, Angith boldly slipped his hand under her saree, resting it on her belly. When she didn’t react, he began circling her stomach with his palm. Then he moved to her midriff, sliding his ring finger into her navel and pressing it in slow, firm circles.
He turned his gaze to her. Though she knew he was looking, she kept her eyes fixed on the TV. Angith shifted his body toward her, settling comfortably, and started squeezing her left breast with his right hand. If the schedule guy comes soon, I can grab the paper and escape to my room. Or if Vinith calls, I could use that as an excuse to leave, she thought. But Angith pressed closer, slipping his left hand behind her, through her armpit, to grip her left breast while his right hand moved to her right, kneading both.
Their emotions surged, and Vanitha lost herself in his touch. Angith leaned in, his breath grazing her neck for a few seconds before he hesitated, then began kissing it softly with his lips. Her body trembled more intensely now. Unable to restrain herself, she sank into the lust with him. Though her face stayed turned toward the TV, her eyes began to close in pleasure.
When Angith squeezed her breasts harder, Vanitha let out an "Ahh…" Her moans grew as his fingers found her nipples, stiff beneath her blouse, and stroked them. Their breathing quickened, loud enough to pierce the TV’s noise. As their arousal peaked, Angith sped up, and Vanitha’s body shivered.
Suddenly, the room’s bell rang. They jolted apart, adjusting themselves. Vanitha stood, calling, "Yes, coming!" and walked to the door.
Angith’s caresses had claimed her body. After rubbing her navel, he slid his hand to her left waist, tracing its two folds up and down. Tugging at the lower fold, he drew a soft "Mm…" from her. Energized, he moved his hand up, placing it on her left breast and circling it firmly over her blouse. He could feel her nipple harden, a sign her body had fully surrendered to him. Elated, he began kneading her breast. Though their eyes stayed on the TV, their minds were consumed by his actions.
Angith adjusted his shirt to hide the bulge straining against his pants and followed her. When Vanitha opened the door, a young man, about 22, stood there. "Very good evening, madam. Sorry for the delay. Here are your schedule papers," he said, handing over two envelopes. They each took one with a smile, though both grins carried a hint of awkwardness. "Madam, sign please," he said, offering a sheet. They placed it on the table by the door, signed next to their names, and Angith handed it back. Taking the signed paper, the young man said, "Thank you, madam. Have a great day," and left.
Once he was gone, they opened their envelopes and read. In a low voice, Vanitha said, "Angith, I think you’re not in my team!!!" He replied, "Yeah," and kept reading. She continued, "Tomorrow’s a holiday. The day after, at the Grand Electronic Exhibition in two locations, three teams—including mine—will be at one spot, and two teams, with you in Jaspreet’s, will be at another. Team heads will explain marketing techniques and customer satisfaction tricks to their members…" Glancing at Angith, she saw his eyes on her face, brimming with desire. It silenced her. She looked down at her paper and fell quiet.
After a brief silence, Angith set his paper on the table to the right of the door, closed it, and locked it. Slowly, he approached Vanitha, who stood near the left side of the door. Fear gripped her again. As he neared, he slid his right hand under the gap in her saree, resting it on her belly. He began rubbing her stomach, including her navel, with a possessive ease that lacked any hesitation this time. Her mind urged her to flee to her room immediately, but as his hand pressed firmly up and down her midriff before sliding up to grip her left breast, her body melted into his touch, silencing her protests. He squeezed harder, and her nipples stiffened, straining against her blouse. Angith pressed closer, and Vanitha looked up at his face. Her eyes held confusion and fear, but no resistance.
Their gazes locked. As he intensified the pressure on her left breast, she closed her eyes and stepped back, leaning against the door. Angith followed, bringing his face close to hers. To make room, she lowered her hands, still clutching her paper in her left. He took it with his left hand and placed it on the table to the right. Closing the gap further, he narrowed the space between their faces and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. Pinned against the door, she didn’t resist, though her mind quietly warned her. His lips, kissing hers, parted briefly to suck on her lower lip. He slid his left hand around her right side, grabbing her left waist and pulling her tightly against him. Alternating between her upper and lower lips, he sucked them eagerly. His right hand, kneading her left breast, drifted down to rub her lower belly and navel.
Vanitha lost all control. As his hand slid below her navel, probing beneath her saree’s pleat, the fabric clung tightly to her stomach, thwarting him. Instinctively, she sucked in her belly, and his hand slipped inside, reaching her pussy over her panties. He could feel her trembling as he kissed her lips. Lowering his hand further, he gripped her pussy fully, rubbing it in firm circles. Her breathing quickened—he could sense it. As his caresses intensified, her emotions surged, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer. She began sucking his lips in return.
While his right hand worked her pussy, his left, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her right breast. Pressing her against the door, he rubbed her pussy faster, feeling the wetness soak through her panties. Thrilled, he increased the speed of his lips and hands. Her body shuddered, and with an "Ah! Ah!..." she reached her climax. Her release showed in her slackening frame; the flood from her pussy drenched her panties further. As she stumbled from the exhaustion, he pulled his hand from her pleat, placed it on her waist, and steadied her. Their lips parted, and their eyes met again, brimming with lust. Panting, they silently agreed to continue.
He leaned in again, but a sudden shyness and hesitation made her turn her face away. His lips kissed her cheek, sliding down to her neck, where he began to nibble. Lost in his kisses, she closed her eyes and leaned against the door. His lips trailed downward, past her breasts beneath the saree, to her waist. Holding her saree aside with his left hand, he pressed his lips to her navel, circling it with his tongue. The sensation stirred her, and she grabbed his head, pressing it to her belly. Encouraged, he lapped at her navel more eagerly. His hands, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her breasts again.
As his hands moved, her already loosened saree slipped further, falling from her shoulder onto her arm. With her pallu down, his hands squeezed her breasts over her blouse while his lips and tongue teased her navel. Rising again, her saree slipped from her hands to the floor. Their eyes locked once more. He grabbed the edge of her saree tucked into her petticoat below her navel, pulling it free with both hands and unwrapping it from her waist until it fell completely. He admired her body—now in just a blouse and petticoat, trembling with shy arousal—before leaning in again. Her lips captured his in a hungry kiss.
As their lips locked in passion, he slipped his right hand below her navel, under her petticoat, and into her panties, touching her fully shaved pussy directly. Her body quivered and writhed at the contact. He slid his left hand behind her, gripping her left waist and pulling her tight, while his right hand continued rubbing her pussy. After a moment, he eased his middle finger inside her. Her arousal spiked, and she sucked his lips harder. His finger moved in and out, and she rocked her hips to match him. He quickened his pace, and her lips parted from his as she clutched him tightly.
Deciding not to delay further, Angith withdrew his hands from her pussy and waist, placed them on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back. He looked into her eyes, then lifted her—clad only in blouse and petticoat—carrying her toward her room. Inside, he set her down on the right side of the bed and, gazing at her, began unbuttoning his shirt. Hesitation and fear crept into her. Confusion clouded her gaze as she watched him. Her mind screamed, No more, and she turned abruptly, rushing toward the door. Angith, having shed his shirt and undershirt and unbuckled his belt, snapped to attention. Lunging forward, he grabbed her right arm from behind with his right hand, pulling her back and wrapping her in a tight embrace.
Vanitha murmured in a low voice, "Angith, please, no!! This is so wrong. We’re both married!!! Please, let’s stop…" But Angith tightened his left hand around her belly, pulling her against him, and turned her face with his right hand, silencing her pleas with a fierce kiss. As their lips locked above, his left hand slid to her navel below, his middle finger dipping inside to stroke it. He lowered his right hand from her face, resting it on her upper belly, caressing her. His lips parted from hers, trailing kisses down to her neck. The sensation stoked her arousal, and she closed her eyes, resting her head on his left shoulder.
With Vanitha leaning against him, their reflection danced in the mirror opposite the bed—his hands roaming her belly. He slid his left hand upward, squeezing her left breast over her blouse, while his right hand followed, reaching her right breast. As both hands kneaded her breasts, she moaned, "Mm… mm… mm…" He pressed harder, and she raised her arms, clutching his head as he kissed her neck. Moments later, his lips climbed back up, nearing hers. She turned her face to meet him, capturing his lips with hers.
While kneading her breasts, Angith pinched her nipples between his index and thumb over her blouse, twisting them gently. Her moans grew louder. He could feel both nipples stiffen, just as she felt his erection pressing against her from behind through his pants. It fueled their frenzy. He released her nipples, sliding his fingers to the bottom of her blouse. Using four fingers inside and his thumb outside, he unhooked the bottom clasp. Trying the next, her raised arms made it tricky, and his fingers fumbled.
He pulled his left hand from her blouse, lifted it to grab her left arm—still pressing his head—and guided it down to his bulging erection. Feeling another man’s cock for the first time, she sensed it throb under her touch. He urged her hand to rub it up and down, and the sensation sparked her own excitement. She began stroking him willingly. Her touch thrilled him further, and he freed his hand, moving it to her loosened blouse to undo the remaining hooks. He unfastened the second and third from the bottom, revealing her black bra. The top three followed, exposing her breasts cradled by the bra. Slipping his hand back inside, he kneaded them over the thin lace, feeling their softness fully.
The sensation drove him wild, and she felt his cock harden more. She matched his intensity, rubbing him harder. They lingered like this briefly until he pulled his hands from her breasts, placed them on her blouse’s shoulders, and looked into her eyes. Sensing his next move, she turned her face with shy hesitation, glancing at the mirror to her right. He tugged her blouse downward, and she watched it slide off in the reflection. When it hit the floor, leaving her in just her bra and petticoat, he scanned her body from head to toe, then met her gaze again.
Through the mirror, she saw him approach, staring at her. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with both hands. Pulling it forward, the straps slipped from her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor. Bare from the waist up, she stood with her face turned right. His eyes traced her—forehead, brows, eyes, nose, lips, pulse, neck, chest—settling on her breasts. Perfectly round, firm, and rosy, they bore tawny areolas with erect nipples that widened his gaze. He caressed them with his stare, then moved past to her slightly protruding belly, admiring her navel and the faint stretch marks around it, before lifting his eyes back to her face.
Seeing him devour her naked torso in the mirror, shame washed over her, and she crossed her arms to cover her breasts. Frustrated by the obstruction, he raised his gaze to her face. Her eyes, tinged with fear and hesitation, stayed on the mirror as he unhooked his pants, unzipped them, and let them drop. Standing in his briefs, he grazed his right fingers along the edge of her petticoat below her navel, sliding them to her left side where the drawstring knot rested. She swallowed hard as his fingers tugged it loose. The petticoat fell past her thighs, knees, and ankles to the floor.
Clad only in maroon panties, arms shielding her breasts, she shivered as the room’s AC brushed her skin. Turning her face, she looked at him. His eyes roamed her smooth, shapely thighs before meeting hers. Stepping closer, he lowered her arms and kissed her lips. His kisses trailed down her pulse, neck, and chest, nearing her breast. He paused, savoring her right nipple up close for a few seconds before kissing it softly. As his lips brushed its tip, her body quivered and arched slightly—he felt it. His tongue flicked her nipple up and down, then he took it fully into his mouth. His right hand rose to grip her left breast.
His lips sucked her breast as deeply as they could, while his right hand twisted her left nipple. Overwhelmed, she pressed his head to her chest, moaning, "Mm… mm… mm…" After a while, he switched, sucking her left breast with his right hand supporting it, while his left kneaded her right. He devoured her breasts with fervor, alternating between them. The sounds of his sucking and her moans filled the quiet room. After feasting on both, he lifted his face, locking eyes with her as he stepped forward. She moved back with him, and they collapsed onto the bed.
"When will it arrive?" Vanitha asked, irritation creeping into her tone.
"Our company person is already at your hotel, distributing the papers. It’ll reach you in about twenty minutes. So, please…"
"Fine, I’ll wait," she replied.
"Thank you, ma’am," the call ended.
Annoyed, Vanitha stood, stuffed her phone into her handbag, went to the bathroom to wash her face, then headed to the hall. She sat on the left side of the sofa, waiting for her papers. Her mind drifted back to the car, and to shake it off, she turned on the TV. An English news channel flickered to life.
Just then, Angith emerged from his room. Vanitha felt a jolt of shock and fear but masked it with a faint smile. He smiled back and walked toward her, asking, "Did you get a call too?" She nodded, "Mm," and turned her eyes back to the TV. Angith sat in the middle of the sofa.
They watched in silence for a while until Angith glanced at her. As she reached to raise the TV volume with her right hand, her saree shifted, exposing her midriff and breasts. The sight reignited his desire, pulling his gaze to her. He slid closer.
Vanitha wanted to say, Please, no, this is wrong, we shouldn’t do this. But the words stuck inside her, and she stayed silent, staring at the TV. Now beside her, Angith boldly slipped his hand under her saree, resting it on her belly. When she didn’t react, he began circling her stomach with his palm. Then he moved to her midriff, sliding his ring finger into her navel and pressing it in slow, firm circles.
He turned his gaze to her. Though she knew he was looking, she kept her eyes fixed on the TV. Angith shifted his body toward her, settling comfortably, and started squeezing her left breast with his right hand. If the schedule guy comes soon, I can grab the paper and escape to my room. Or if Vinith calls, I could use that as an excuse to leave, she thought. But Angith pressed closer, slipping his left hand behind her, through her armpit, to grip her left breast while his right hand moved to her right, kneading both.
Their emotions surged, and Vanitha lost herself in his touch. Angith leaned in, his breath grazing her neck for a few seconds before he hesitated, then began kissing it softly with his lips. Her body trembled more intensely now. Unable to restrain herself, she sank into the lust with him. Though her face stayed turned toward the TV, her eyes began to close in pleasure.
When Angith squeezed her breasts harder, Vanitha let out an "Ahh…" Her moans grew as his fingers found her nipples, stiff beneath her blouse, and stroked them. Their breathing quickened, loud enough to pierce the TV’s noise. As their arousal peaked, Angith sped up, and Vanitha’s body shivered.
Suddenly, the room’s bell rang. They jolted apart, adjusting themselves. Vanitha stood, calling, "Yes, coming!" and walked to the door.
Angith’s caresses had claimed her body. After rubbing her navel, he slid his hand to her left waist, tracing its two folds up and down. Tugging at the lower fold, he drew a soft "Mm…" from her. Energized, he moved his hand up, placing it on her left breast and circling it firmly over her blouse. He could feel her nipple harden, a sign her body had fully surrendered to him. Elated, he began kneading her breast. Though their eyes stayed on the TV, their minds were consumed by his actions.
Angith adjusted his shirt to hide the bulge straining against his pants and followed her. When Vanitha opened the door, a young man, about 22, stood there. "Very good evening, madam. Sorry for the delay. Here are your schedule papers," he said, handing over two envelopes. They each took one with a smile, though both grins carried a hint of awkwardness. "Madam, sign please," he said, offering a sheet. They placed it on the table by the door, signed next to their names, and Angith handed it back. Taking the signed paper, the young man said, "Thank you, madam. Have a great day," and left.
Once he was gone, they opened their envelopes and read. In a low voice, Vanitha said, "Angith, I think you’re not in my team!!!" He replied, "Yeah," and kept reading. She continued, "Tomorrow’s a holiday. The day after, at the Grand Electronic Exhibition in two locations, three teams—including mine—will be at one spot, and two teams, with you in Jaspreet’s, will be at another. Team heads will explain marketing techniques and customer satisfaction tricks to their members…" Glancing at Angith, she saw his eyes on her face, brimming with desire. It silenced her. She looked down at her paper and fell quiet.
After a brief silence, Angith set his paper on the table to the right of the door, closed it, and locked it. Slowly, he approached Vanitha, who stood near the left side of the door. Fear gripped her again. As he neared, he slid his right hand under the gap in her saree, resting it on her belly. He began rubbing her stomach, including her navel, with a possessive ease that lacked any hesitation this time. Her mind urged her to flee to her room immediately, but as his hand pressed firmly up and down her midriff before sliding up to grip her left breast, her body melted into his touch, silencing her protests. He squeezed harder, and her nipples stiffened, straining against her blouse. Angith pressed closer, and Vanitha looked up at his face. Her eyes held confusion and fear, but no resistance.
Their gazes locked. As he intensified the pressure on her left breast, she closed her eyes and stepped back, leaning against the door. Angith followed, bringing his face close to hers. To make room, she lowered her hands, still clutching her paper in her left. He took it with his left hand and placed it on the table to the right. Closing the gap further, he narrowed the space between their faces and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. Pinned against the door, she didn’t resist, though her mind quietly warned her. His lips, kissing hers, parted briefly to suck on her lower lip. He slid his left hand around her right side, grabbing her left waist and pulling her tightly against him. Alternating between her upper and lower lips, he sucked them eagerly. His right hand, kneading her left breast, drifted down to rub her lower belly and navel.
Vanitha lost all control. As his hand slid below her navel, probing beneath her saree’s pleat, the fabric clung tightly to her stomach, thwarting him. Instinctively, she sucked in her belly, and his hand slipped inside, reaching her pussy over her panties. He could feel her trembling as he kissed her lips. Lowering his hand further, he gripped her pussy fully, rubbing it in firm circles. Her breathing quickened—he could sense it. As his caresses intensified, her emotions surged, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer. She began sucking his lips in return.
While his right hand worked her pussy, his left, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her right breast. Pressing her against the door, he rubbed her pussy faster, feeling the wetness soak through her panties. Thrilled, he increased the speed of his lips and hands. Her body shuddered, and with an "Ah! Ah!..." she reached her climax. Her release showed in her slackening frame; the flood from her pussy drenched her panties further. As she stumbled from the exhaustion, he pulled his hand from her pleat, placed it on her waist, and steadied her. Their lips parted, and their eyes met again, brimming with lust. Panting, they silently agreed to continue.
He leaned in again, but a sudden shyness and hesitation made her turn her face away. His lips kissed her cheek, sliding down to her neck, where he began to nibble. Lost in his kisses, she closed her eyes and leaned against the door. His lips trailed downward, past her breasts beneath the saree, to her waist. Holding her saree aside with his left hand, he pressed his lips to her navel, circling it with his tongue. The sensation stirred her, and she grabbed his head, pressing it to her belly. Encouraged, he lapped at her navel more eagerly. His hands, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her breasts again.
As his hands moved, her already loosened saree slipped further, falling from her shoulder onto her arm. With her pallu down, his hands squeezed her breasts over her blouse while his lips and tongue teased her navel. Rising again, her saree slipped from her hands to the floor. Their eyes locked once more. He grabbed the edge of her saree tucked into her petticoat below her navel, pulling it free with both hands and unwrapping it from her waist until it fell completely. He admired her body—now in just a blouse and petticoat, trembling with shy arousal—before leaning in again. Her lips captured his in a hungry kiss.
As their lips locked in passion, he slipped his right hand below her navel, under her petticoat, and into her panties, touching her fully shaved pussy directly. Her body quivered and writhed at the contact. He slid his left hand behind her, gripping her left waist and pulling her tight, while his right hand continued rubbing her pussy. After a moment, he eased his middle finger inside her. Her arousal spiked, and she sucked his lips harder. His finger moved in and out, and she rocked her hips to match him. He quickened his pace, and her lips parted from his as she clutched him tightly.
Deciding not to delay further, Angith withdrew his hands from her pussy and waist, placed them on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back. He looked into her eyes, then lifted her—clad only in blouse and petticoat—carrying her toward her room. Inside, he set her down on the right side of the bed and, gazing at her, began unbuttoning his shirt. Hesitation and fear crept into her. Confusion clouded her gaze as she watched him. Her mind screamed, No more, and she turned abruptly, rushing toward the door. Angith, having shed his shirt and undershirt and unbuckled his belt, snapped to attention. Lunging forward, he grabbed her right arm from behind with his right hand, pulling her back and wrapping her in a tight embrace.
Vanitha murmured in a low voice, "Angith, please, no!! This is so wrong. We’re both married!!! Please, let’s stop…" But Angith tightened his left hand around her belly, pulling her against him, and turned her face with his right hand, silencing her pleas with a fierce kiss. As their lips locked above, his left hand slid to her navel below, his middle finger dipping inside to stroke it. He lowered his right hand from her face, resting it on her upper belly, caressing her. His lips parted from hers, trailing kisses down to her neck. The sensation stoked her arousal, and she closed her eyes, resting her head on his left shoulder.
With Vanitha leaning against him, their reflection danced in the mirror opposite the bed—his hands roaming her belly. He slid his left hand upward, squeezing her left breast over her blouse, while his right hand followed, reaching her right breast. As both hands kneaded her breasts, she moaned, "Mm… mm… mm…" He pressed harder, and she raised her arms, clutching his head as he kissed her neck. Moments later, his lips climbed back up, nearing hers. She turned her face to meet him, capturing his lips with hers.
While kneading her breasts, Angith pinched her nipples between his index and thumb over her blouse, twisting them gently. Her moans grew louder. He could feel both nipples stiffen, just as she felt his erection pressing against her from behind through his pants. It fueled their frenzy. He released her nipples, sliding his fingers to the bottom of her blouse. Using four fingers inside and his thumb outside, he unhooked the bottom clasp. Trying the next, her raised arms made it tricky, and his fingers fumbled.
He pulled his left hand from her blouse, lifted it to grab her left arm—still pressing his head—and guided it down to his bulging erection. Feeling another man’s cock for the first time, she sensed it throb under her touch. He urged her hand to rub it up and down, and the sensation sparked her own excitement. She began stroking him willingly. Her touch thrilled him further, and he freed his hand, moving it to her loosened blouse to undo the remaining hooks. He unfastened the second and third from the bottom, revealing her black bra. The top three followed, exposing her breasts cradled by the bra. Slipping his hand back inside, he kneaded them over the thin lace, feeling their softness fully.
The sensation drove him wild, and she felt his cock harden more. She matched his intensity, rubbing him harder. They lingered like this briefly until he pulled his hands from her breasts, placed them on her blouse’s shoulders, and looked into her eyes. Sensing his next move, she turned her face with shy hesitation, glancing at the mirror to her right. He tugged her blouse downward, and she watched it slide off in the reflection. When it hit the floor, leaving her in just her bra and petticoat, he scanned her body from head to toe, then met her gaze again.
Through the mirror, she saw him approach, staring at her. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with both hands. Pulling it forward, the straps slipped from her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor. Bare from the waist up, she stood with her face turned right. His eyes traced her—forehead, brows, eyes, nose, lips, pulse, neck, chest—settling on her breasts. Perfectly round, firm, and rosy, they bore tawny areolas with erect nipples that widened his gaze. He caressed them with his stare, then moved past to her slightly protruding belly, admiring her navel and the faint stretch marks around it, before lifting his eyes back to her face.
Seeing him devour her naked torso in the mirror, shame washed over her, and she crossed her arms to cover her breasts. Frustrated by the obstruction, he raised his gaze to her face. Her eyes, tinged with fear and hesitation, stayed on the mirror as he unhooked his pants, unzipped them, and let them drop. Standing in his briefs, he grazed his right fingers along the edge of her petticoat below her navel, sliding them to her left side where the drawstring knot rested. She swallowed hard as his fingers tugged it loose. The petticoat fell past her thighs, knees, and ankles to the floor.
Clad only in maroon panties, arms shielding her breasts, she shivered as the room’s AC brushed her skin. Turning her face, she looked at him. His eyes roamed her smooth, shapely thighs before meeting hers. Stepping closer, he lowered her arms and kissed her lips. His kisses trailed down her pulse, neck, and chest, nearing her breast. He paused, savoring her right nipple up close for a few seconds before kissing it softly. As his lips brushed its tip, her body quivered and arched slightly—he felt it. His tongue flicked her nipple up and down, then he took it fully into his mouth. His right hand rose to grip her left breast.
His lips sucked her breast as deeply as they could, while his right hand twisted her left nipple. Overwhelmed, she pressed his head to her chest, moaning, "Mm… mm… mm…" After a while, he switched, sucking her left breast with his right hand supporting it, while his left kneaded her right. He devoured her breasts with fervor, alternating between them. The sounds of his sucking and her moans filled the quiet room. After feasting on both, he lifted his face, locking eyes with her as he stepped forward. She moved back with him, and they collapsed onto the bed.
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