15-09-2025, 11:23 AM
Rahul’s eyes couldn’t help but follow her as Priya adjusted the white saree t. She rarely wore sarees these days, always opting for salwar suits at college, blending in like the others. But today, dbangd in white, she looked dangerously seductive an intoxicating blend of innocence and forbidden allure. The soft fabric traced every curve of her fair, slightly chubby body, hinting at the softness beneath, especially that wide, round ass that only Rahul has seen.
At 34, Priya was at the peak of her desirability soft, fair-skinned, with a round, cute face with her sexy body wide hips,nice fat tits ,and curves which young boys and men fantasize about.
Her aspirations to act had always been there, though she is a teacher,but she always try her luck. but now she had been called for an audition—for a South Indian TV series or movie. The role was modest, a widow mother. Rahul chuckled to himself, thinking how absurd it was. A woman so hot, so alive, cast as a widow? But this was South Indian cinema; logic had no place here.
Priya turned, her eyes shining with hope, tinged with anxiety.
Priya: “Am I looking good? Do you think I’ll get the role?”
Rahul: “You look perfect. I’m sure everything will go in your favor though, you look too sexy to be a widow mother.”
Her face flushed deeper, a mix of embarrassment .
Priya: “Rahul… I’m serious. I really want this. I want to be part of it.”
Priya: “I wish you could come with me.”
Rahul: “I wanted to, but I have a busy schedule today…”
She nodded, her eyes briefly meeting his before she turned and walked away.
Priya’s heart thudded as she approached the audition venue. No details about the project were shared. The secrecy only made her more nervous.
Around the corner, two young men, no older than 26, stood whispering in Telugu, their eyes locked onto her form as she walked by.
Bukka: “Look at that another maal going inside.”
Karthik: “Man, look at her ass jiggle… That lucky bastard Manohar gonna try his luck again
Manohar Reddy sat at the table in the dimly lit audition room, dark skin gleaming faintly under the overhead light. He was their boss, a pervert wrapped in authority, his eyes already fixed on Priya the moment she entered.He was a man drunk on power, a pervert disguised in authority, his eyes ravenous the moment Priya crossed the threshold.
She was dressed modestly, or so it seemed at first glance. But the thin fabric of her blouse clung just enough to trace the gentle curves of her body. A teasing hint of cleavage peeked through, subtle but impossible to ignore just enough to set imaginations ablaze. The outline of her fair, round, fat tits pressed softly against the fabric, visible in dim light as if inviting every hungry gaze in the room to linger, to fantasize.
The white saree was perfectly drapped but her side waist was slightly visible, Manohar reddy wanted to peek her navel but failed ,but his eyes were glued to her as his cock was hard.
Manohar thought That perfect, soft ass those plump thighs such tempting flesh.
How lucky is the man who gets to touch her bare skin…who gets to taste her lips, feel her moan beneath his touch
Manohar’s breathing grew heavier, his cock throbbing violently inside his trousers, aching to be freed.
“Fuc k that soft flesh, that perfect ass those round tits begging to be crushed, kissed, fucked ”His mind ran wild, depraved and desperate.
“I’ll make her scream. I’ll drag that tight pussy across this table… break her pride, own her completely make her my slut'
Bukka and Karthik stood in the corner, whispering crudely in Telugu, their voices sharp, envious.
Bukka:“Man, just look at her ass jiggle that plump maal"
Karthik:I swear, Manohar babu’s gonna lose it he’s already hard ”
But Manohar didn’t care about them. His eyes never left Priya, tracing every inch of her body, every tempting curve as if memorizing the way she moved, the way her saree barely fluttered over the swell of her ass and thighs.
At 34, Priya was at the peak of her desirability soft, fair-skinned, with a round, cute face with her sexy body wide hips,nice fat tits ,and curves which young boys and men fantasize about.
Her aspirations to act had always been there, though she is a teacher,but she always try her luck. but now she had been called for an audition—for a South Indian TV series or movie. The role was modest, a widow mother. Rahul chuckled to himself, thinking how absurd it was. A woman so hot, so alive, cast as a widow? But this was South Indian cinema; logic had no place here.
Priya turned, her eyes shining with hope, tinged with anxiety.
Priya: “Am I looking good? Do you think I’ll get the role?”
Rahul: “You look perfect. I’m sure everything will go in your favor though, you look too sexy to be a widow mother.”
Her face flushed deeper, a mix of embarrassment .
Priya: “Rahul… I’m serious. I really want this. I want to be part of it.”
Priya: “I wish you could come with me.”
Rahul: “I wanted to, but I have a busy schedule today…”
She nodded, her eyes briefly meeting his before she turned and walked away.
Priya’s heart thudded as she approached the audition venue. No details about the project were shared. The secrecy only made her more nervous.
Around the corner, two young men, no older than 26, stood whispering in Telugu, their eyes locked onto her form as she walked by.
Bukka: “Look at that another maal going inside.”
Karthik: “Man, look at her ass jiggle… That lucky bastard Manohar gonna try his luck again
Manohar Reddy sat at the table in the dimly lit audition room, dark skin gleaming faintly under the overhead light. He was their boss, a pervert wrapped in authority, his eyes already fixed on Priya the moment she entered.He was a man drunk on power, a pervert disguised in authority, his eyes ravenous the moment Priya crossed the threshold.
She was dressed modestly, or so it seemed at first glance. But the thin fabric of her blouse clung just enough to trace the gentle curves of her body. A teasing hint of cleavage peeked through, subtle but impossible to ignore just enough to set imaginations ablaze. The outline of her fair, round, fat tits pressed softly against the fabric, visible in dim light as if inviting every hungry gaze in the room to linger, to fantasize.
The white saree was perfectly drapped but her side waist was slightly visible, Manohar reddy wanted to peek her navel but failed ,but his eyes were glued to her as his cock was hard.
Manohar thought That perfect, soft ass those plump thighs such tempting flesh.
How lucky is the man who gets to touch her bare skin…who gets to taste her lips, feel her moan beneath his touch
Manohar’s breathing grew heavier, his cock throbbing violently inside his trousers, aching to be freed.
“Fuc k that soft flesh, that perfect ass those round tits begging to be crushed, kissed, fucked ”His mind ran wild, depraved and desperate.
“I’ll make her scream. I’ll drag that tight pussy across this table… break her pride, own her completely make her my slut'
Bukka and Karthik stood in the corner, whispering crudely in Telugu, their voices sharp, envious.
Bukka:“Man, just look at her ass jiggle that plump maal"
Karthik:I swear, Manohar babu’s gonna lose it he’s already hard ”
But Manohar didn’t care about them. His eyes never left Priya, tracing every inch of her body, every tempting curve as if memorizing the way she moved, the way her saree barely fluttered over the swell of her ass and thighs.
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