11-08-2025, 04:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2025, 11:35 PM by shailu4ever. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
“Cold orange juice… and your company after a long day.”
Ravi leaned on the backrest, amused. “Smooth.”
“I'm known for it,” she winked and began pouring the second glass.
But just as she tilted the bottle a bit more...
But then…
Her finger slipped.
A sound.
A splash.
It all happened in the span of a heartbeat.
The glass jerked slightly.
A stream of cold orange juice poured out sharply, missing the rim.
The juice, chilled and bright, spilled directly onto her chest,
Splashing across the soft pink of her crop top, cascading in little rivulets,
And landing directly on her bare stomach.
The juice splashed just above the center her crop top first,
Soaking the soft pink cotton instantly, turning it nearly transparent across the center.
The soaked fabric clung tighter to her skin, hugging the curve of her breasts
And outlining the contour of her bra faintly beneath the now-sheer cotton.
A stream ran down, tracing the delicate slope of her waist
And gathering at her navel before slipping into the low curve of her jeans.
Ravi leaned on the backrest, amused. “Smooth.”
“I'm known for it,” she winked and began pouring the second glass.
But just as she tilted the bottle a bit more...
But then…
Her finger slipped.
A sound.
A splash.
It all happened in the span of a heartbeat.
The glass jerked slightly.
A stream of cold orange juice poured out sharply, missing the rim.
The juice, chilled and bright, spilled directly onto her chest,
Splashing across the soft pink of her crop top, cascading in little rivulets,
And landing directly on her bare stomach.
The juice splashed just above the center her crop top first,
Soaking the soft pink cotton instantly, turning it nearly transparent across the center.
The soaked fabric clung tighter to her skin, hugging the curve of her breasts
And outlining the contour of her bra faintly beneath the now-sheer cotton.
A stream ran down, tracing the delicate slope of her waist
And gathering at her navel before slipping into the low curve of her jeans.
.
.