23-08-2025, 08:41 PM
Over 1, Ball 1
The tension was palpable as Rajan’s team prepared to bat. Rajan stepped up to the crease, his eyes locked on My Mom behind the stumps, ready to wicket-keep. Her yellow saree clung to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She stood poised, her gaze intense but her heart racing. She knew she couldn’t afford to lose this match.
The bowler ran in, and Rajan took his stance. With a swift, powerful swing, he sent the ball soaring over the ropes—six!
The ball sailed high into the air, and My Mom’s team froze, staring as the ball flew out of the boundary. Her breath caught in her throat. My Mom stood behind the stumps, stunned, unable to believe how easily Rajan had hit that ball. Her Breasts heaved with each deep breath, her Buttocks shifting beneath the saree, Pantyline teasing above her petticoat, the sight of Rajan’s effortless shot making her feel the pressure mounting.
“Damn… he hit that out of the park,” Deepak muttered, his voice tight with frustration.
I glanced at My Mom, who was still watching the ball fly through the air. Her face flushed, and she tried to steady her breath. “We can’t let them do this. We’ve got to focus,” I said quietly.
My Mom nodded, but the pressure was written all over her face. “I know… but he’s good. We need to get back in the game.”
The first ball, the first six, had already shaken us. The reality of the challenge was sinking in, but we couldn’t let it break our focus.
The tension was palpable as Rajan’s team prepared to bat. Rajan stepped up to the crease, his eyes locked on My Mom behind the stumps, ready to wicket-keep. Her yellow saree clung to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra visible beneath, and black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She stood poised, her gaze intense but her heart racing. She knew she couldn’t afford to lose this match.
The bowler ran in, and Rajan took his stance. With a swift, powerful swing, he sent the ball soaring over the ropes—six!
The ball sailed high into the air, and My Mom’s team froze, staring as the ball flew out of the boundary. Her breath caught in her throat. My Mom stood behind the stumps, stunned, unable to believe how easily Rajan had hit that ball. Her Breasts heaved with each deep breath, her Buttocks shifting beneath the saree, Pantyline teasing above her petticoat, the sight of Rajan’s effortless shot making her feel the pressure mounting.
“Damn… he hit that out of the park,” Deepak muttered, his voice tight with frustration.
I glanced at My Mom, who was still watching the ball fly through the air. Her face flushed, and she tried to steady her breath. “We can’t let them do this. We’ve got to focus,” I said quietly.
My Mom nodded, but the pressure was written all over her face. “I know… but he’s good. We need to get back in the game.”
The first ball, the first six, had already shaken us. The reality of the challenge was sinking in, but we couldn’t let it break our focus.
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