27-06-2025, 05:14 PM
Revealing the soft, exposed skin of her waist.
The air between them thickened, the heat between their bodies palpable now.
He kissed the exposed part of her lower waist,
The warmth of his mouth a stark contrast to the cool fabric of the saree that remained between them.
His hands slowly slid the saree down further, Inch by inch
Each movement a quiet promise of what was to come, of what he would reveal.
As the fabric fell lower, revealing more of her toned stomach, the curve of her hip benith the inner lehanga.
The saree, now slipping entirely off her body, pooled at her feet like a discarded memory.
The saree, once a barrier between them, was now completely gone,
Leaving only the inner lehenga that clung to her lower body.
The sight of her, bathed in the dim light, exposed to him in this intimate moment, made his chest tighten.
She was all he could see, every curve, every detail.
Madhavi stood there, now fully revealed to him, the only remaining piece of fabric on her upper body,
The blouse, still clinging to her chest.
Her heart raced, her pulse thundering in her ears, but there was still no rush.
Abhi let the saree fall completely to the floor, the fabric now forgotten, his gaze locked with hers.
He moved closer, his hands resting gently on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers.
The air between them was thick with longing,
But neither of them needed to speak
Their bodies were saying everything that needed to be said.
The quiet, slow unraveling of the layers, both physical and emotional, had brought them to this moment.
Madhavi’s body was now bare from the waist up, save for the blouse still holding her in place.
And with that, the last bits of fabric stood between them and the full intimacy they both craved.
The tension between them was palpable now, their connection undeniable.
The air between them thickened, the heat between their bodies palpable now.
He kissed the exposed part of her lower waist,
The warmth of his mouth a stark contrast to the cool fabric of the saree that remained between them.
His hands slowly slid the saree down further, Inch by inch
Each movement a quiet promise of what was to come, of what he would reveal.
As the fabric fell lower, revealing more of her toned stomach, the curve of her hip benith the inner lehanga.
The saree, now slipping entirely off her body, pooled at her feet like a discarded memory.
The saree, once a barrier between them, was now completely gone,
Leaving only the inner lehenga that clung to her lower body.
The sight of her, bathed in the dim light, exposed to him in this intimate moment, made his chest tighten.
She was all he could see, every curve, every detail.
Madhavi stood there, now fully revealed to him, the only remaining piece of fabric on her upper body,
The blouse, still clinging to her chest.
Her heart raced, her pulse thundering in her ears, but there was still no rush.
Abhi let the saree fall completely to the floor, the fabric now forgotten, his gaze locked with hers.
He moved closer, his hands resting gently on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers.
The air between them was thick with longing,
But neither of them needed to speak
Their bodies were saying everything that needed to be said.
The quiet, slow unraveling of the layers, both physical and emotional, had brought them to this moment.
Madhavi’s body was now bare from the waist up, save for the blouse still holding her in place.
And with that, the last bits of fabric stood between them and the full intimacy they both craved.
The tension between them was palpable now, their connection undeniable.
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