11-08-2025, 08:07 PM
As she moved, the shirt shifted slightly
Falling just a touch lower on her shoulder
Revealing more of her exposed skin,
And the way the cotton clung tighter around her chest only made the moment more intimate.
The subtle imprint of her nipples pressed against the fabric,
The soft outline just barely visible beneath the damp cotton, as though her body was speaking in ways words couldn’t.
The coolness of the wet fabric against her skin contrasted with the heat that radiated from her,
Leaving Ravi speechless for a moment, mesmerized by the way she seemed to glow under his gaze.
The damp strands of her hair curled loosely at the ends, some falling over her face,
Others cascading down her shoulders, softening the sharp lines of her beauty.
And then it hit him, the same shirt.
The very same shirt he had worn only moments ago,
A shirt he had taken off to change into something more comfortable.
But now, it was on her, absorbing his scent, the imprint of him still clinging to the fabric,
So intimately tied to him that it felt like a part of him was still wrapped around her.
She had left the top two buttons undone,
The collar dbangd loosely over her shoulders,
Giving him just enough skin to make his breath catch,
Collarbones, the curve of her neck,
A hint of the soft swell of her breasts in clear view.
It was a delicate balance of modesty and seduction.
Falling just a touch lower on her shoulder
Revealing more of her exposed skin,
And the way the cotton clung tighter around her chest only made the moment more intimate.
The subtle imprint of her nipples pressed against the fabric,
The soft outline just barely visible beneath the damp cotton, as though her body was speaking in ways words couldn’t.
The coolness of the wet fabric against her skin contrasted with the heat that radiated from her,
Leaving Ravi speechless for a moment, mesmerized by the way she seemed to glow under his gaze.
The damp strands of her hair curled loosely at the ends, some falling over her face,
Others cascading down her shoulders, softening the sharp lines of her beauty.
And then it hit him, the same shirt.
The very same shirt he had worn only moments ago,
A shirt he had taken off to change into something more comfortable.
But now, it was on her, absorbing his scent, the imprint of him still clinging to the fabric,
So intimately tied to him that it felt like a part of him was still wrapped around her.
She had left the top two buttons undone,
The collar dbangd loosely over her shoulders,
Giving him just enough skin to make his breath catch,
Collarbones, the curve of her neck,
A hint of the soft swell of her breasts in clear view.
It was a delicate balance of modesty and seduction.
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