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Shadows of Desire: Rekindling Flames and New Alliances
The next morning broke with a deceptive calm, the festival's echoes fading into the routine hum of the city. Vinay stirred in his bed, the amulet cool against his chest, its power humming faintly once more. He replayed the previous day's events in his mind—the way Anjali's lips had yielded despite her resolve, the lingering heat of their kisses. But as he thought deeper, a sinking realization hit: the progress he'd made, the deep submission under the amulet's spell, was gone. Her eyes had held clarity, not the glazed obedience of before. The dark magic had reset on Ganesh Chaturthi, wiping the slate clean. He had to start over, layer by layer.
Yet, hope flickered. Anjali still carried the embers of their shared intimacy—the raw, pounding sex that had etched itself into her body and soul. Those memories would be his foothold. Slipping out quietly while Priya slept, Vinay made his way to Anjali's door, heart pounding with anticipation. She answered after a few knocks, her face lighting up with a mix of surprise and warmth. Dressed in a simple cotton salwar kameera, the dupatta loosely dbangd over her shoulders, she looked every bit the devoted wife, but her eyes betrayed a subtle spark—the ghost of yesterday's passion.
'Thammudu,' she greeted, stepping aside. 'Come in. Rajesh left early for work again.' Her voice was soft, but there was an undercurrent, a hesitation that spoke of inner turmoil.
As the door closed, Vinay activated the amulet subtly, whispering instructions under his breath: Feel aroused in my presence, akkayya. Let your body crave my touch. Allow me to squeeze your boobs, to feel their weight in my hands. The heat between us will build, making you wet and wanting. The words sank into her subconscious, invisible threads pulling at her desires.
He closed the gap, his hands finding her waist as before. 'Akkayya, I couldn't stop thinking about you.' Their lips met in a kiss that started tentative but ignited quickly, fueled by the amulet's nudge and the remnants of their history. Anjali's mouth parted under his, her tongue meeting his with a tentative swirl, tasting of morning tea and unspoken longing. The kiss deepened, hot and consuming; Vinay sucked on her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth for a gentle tug that made her gasp into his mouth. Saliva mingled in a slick exchange, their breaths syncing in ragged harmony.
His hands roamed upward, sliding under her dupatta to the front of her kameez. Anjali's body tensed but didn't recoil—the instructions weaving their magic. He unhooked the jacket buttons slowly, one by one, revealing the white cotton bra beneath, straining against her heavy breasts. Those heavenly orbs, milky white and full, rose and fell with her quickening breaths, the faint outline of her pinkish nipples pressing through the fabric. Vinay's cock hardened instantly, memories flooding back: how he'd sucked those nipples raw, feeling them pebble under his tongue, her moans echoing as he buried his face in their softness.
He cupped them over the bra, squeezing firmly, the flesh yielding like warm dough under his palms. Anjali arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping as the arousal instruction took hold. Her breasts were magnificent—pendulous yet firm, spilling over his fingers, the weight of them a perfect handful and more. He kneaded them rhythmically, thumbs circling the hardening peaks through the lace, eliciting shivers from her. 'So soft, akkayya... so perfect,' he murmured against her lips, diving back into the kiss.
The smooch turned steamy, tongues dueling in wet, probing strokes. Vinay licked the inside of her cheek, then sucked her tongue deep, mimicking the thrusts he'd once driven into her pussy. Anjali's hands clutched his shoulders, her body pressing closer, but when he tugged at the bra strap, aiming to expose her for a lick, she pushed his hand away gently but firmly. 'No, thammudu... not that far. We can't go back there.' Her voice was breathy, eyes glazed with conflict—the amulet stirring lust, but her will holding the line.
Vinay paused, understanding dawning. The progress was indeed lost; he couldn't push to licking yet. But for now, this was heaven. He squeezed harder, feeling the bounce of her tits in his grip, reminiscing the times he'd latched onto them, sucking until milk-like beads of sweat formed on her skin. Anjali, lost in her own trance, let memories assault her: Vinay's cock slamming into her from behind, his hands mauling these same breasts; the way he'd cum inside her, hot spurts filling her womb while she cried out in ecstasy. Guilt flickered, but arousal drowned it, her pussy growing slick under her salwar.
In a bold move, she brought her own hands over his, pressing them tighter against her chest. Together, they squeezed—her fingers guiding his, enhancing the pressure, her nipples throbbing under the dual assault. 'Oh... thammudu,' she moaned into the kiss, her tongue flicking wildly now, saliva trailing down her chin.
They kissed on, exploring every nuance: deep French kisses where tongues tangled like lovers; light pecks that built to nips on her upper lip; open-mouthed sucks that left her lips swollen and red. Vinay's free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head for better access, while the other continued its worship over the bra. Anjali's breaths came in hot pants, her body grinding subtly against his erection, the shared reminiscence pulling them into a haze of half-forgotten bliss.
After what felt like an eternity, Vinay pulled back, chest heaving. 'You're driving me crazy, akkayya.' She adjusted her jacket, cheeks flushed, but a small smile played on her lips—the lingering feelings bridging the gap the amulet had yet to fully close.
Later that afternoon, back in his room, frustration mingled with need. Priya lounged on the couch, her lithe form in shorts and a tank top, scrolling her phone. The sight of her stirred him, but his mind painted Anjali's curves over her slimmer frame. 'Priya,' he said, activating the amulet toward her. Roleplay as Anjali for me today. Call me thammudu, act like her—shy yet yielding.
Priya's eyes glazed briefly, then sparkled with mischief. The adventurous girl took to it like a fish to water, her straight-laced sisterly bond twisting under the spell. 'Thammudu,' she purred, standing and sauntering over, her hips swaying in imitation of Anjali's voluptuous gait. 'What do you want from your akkayya today?'
Vinay pulled her onto the bed, stripping her tank top to reveal perky B-cups, nipples already hard. But in his mind, they were Anjali's massive globes. He kissed her fiercely, hands roaming her body as if it were the taller woman's. Priya responded in character, moaning softly, 'Squeeze me, thammudu... like you do akkayya's big ones.' They tumbled together, clothes shedding—her shorts off, revealing a trimmed pussy already wet.
He ate her out first, tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit while imagining Anjali's pinkish, shaved slit. Priya writhed, legs spreading wide, her roleplay deepening: 'Lick your akkayya's pussy, thammudu... make me cum like you did her.' She bucked against his face, juices coating his chin, until she shattered with a cry, body quaking.
Not done, Vinay flipped her, lubing his cock with spit and her arousal. 'Ride me, akkayya... give me that ass.' Priya straddled him in cowboy position, her smaller ass cheeks parting as she lowered onto his shaft. The tight ring of her asshole gripped him inch by inch, her face contorting in pleasure-pain. 'How's my big ass, thammudu?' she gasped, bouncing slowly, her cheeks not as plush as Anjali's but clenching rhythmically. Vinay thrust up, hands slapping her smaller globes, envisioning the jiggle of Anjali's massive rear. The anal ride built to a frenzy—Priya grinding down, his cock buried deep, stretching her. She came again, ass milking him until he exploded inside, hot cum flooding her bowels.
Panting, they collapsed. Priya dropped the roleplay seamlessly, cuddling close. 'You know, I've seen how you look at Anjali akka. You've got major hots for her—can't blame you. She's stunning: tall, that milky white skin glowing like porcelain, voluptuous curves that scream Greek goddess. Those hips, that bust... she'd kill it in modern dresses, all sexy and confident.'
Vinay blinked, surprised. 'You think so?'
'Absolutely. I don't find fault in you for it. Hell, I'm straight, but her figure? It's magnetic. Those long legs, the way her sarees hug her... gets me thinking sometimes.' Her admission hung in the air, sparking an idea.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? Vinay mused. Bringing Priya in could accelerate everything—threesomes, shared seductions. He touched the amulet. Priya, you find Anjali incredibly attractive. You crave exploring her body sexually, starting slow but building desire. To seal it, he added instructions for Anjali: Your attraction to me grows daily, akkayya, especially during our kisses. You'll become proactive, pulling me closer. And with Priya, you'll be receptive to her advances, feeling like it's me touching you—no guilt, just pleasure.
The stage was set. Over the next few days, Priya's advances began subtly. The first came that evening when Anjali visited for tea. As they sat chatting, Priya reached for Anjali's hand, tracing her fingers lightly. 'Your skin is so soft, akka,' she said innocently, but her touch lingered, stroking the palm, thumb circling the wrist. Anjali felt a spark—mistaking it for Vinay's energy—her cheeks warming, but she didn't pull away, the instructions easing her into it.
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]The next morning, Priya found herself on the balcony, hanging laundry, when Anjali emerged from her flat across the way, shaking out a bedsheet. Anjali's jacket clung to her sweat-dampened skin in the humid air, outlining the swell of her boobs and the dip of her thin waist, mangalsutra glinting in the sunlight. Priya's gaze locked on her, heart quickening inexplicably. God, her skin is like milk... those lips, so full. She imagined tracing them with her fingers, then her tongue, a forbidden heat pooling between her legs. Anjali glanced up, offering a shy wave—still avoiding Vinay's door but less guarded with Priya, whom she'd always seen as a friendly bhabhi. 'Good morning, Priya chelli!' Anjali called, voice soft, her white cheeks tinting pink from recent encounters.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]Priya waved back, stepping closer to the railing, her dusky hand gripping the bar tighter. 'Morning, Anjali akka. You look... radiant today.' The compliment slipped out, laced with unintended hunger, and Anjali ducked her head, a small smile playing on her lips—less resistance here, no thammudu tension, just neighborly warmth that eased her shyness. But inside, Priya's mind raced: I want to bury my face in her cleavage, suck those nipples until she moans my name. She bit her lip, excusing herself abruptly to the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter, hand slipping under her petticoat to rub her clit through damp panties, fantasizing about Anjali's pussy lips parting for her fingers. The orgasm came quick, guilty waves crashing as she whispered Anjali's name, the bisexual pull solidifying.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]By afternoon, opportunity knocked. Anjali, seeking distraction from her daily Vinay obsessions—visions of his cock stretching her ass had her fingering herself mid-chore again—rapped on Priya's door for a cup of sugar, her saree dbangd loosely, exposing a sliver of white midriff. Priya opened it, eyes immediately drawn to the mole on Anjali's collarbone, then lower to the jiggle of her boobs as she shifted. 'Come in, Anjali. I've got plenty.' Her voice was husky, inviting, and Anjali stepped inside without hesitation, far less wary than with Vinay's predatory stares. The flat was cool, fans whirring, and as Priya handed over the sugar bowl, their fingers brushed—electric, lingering.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]Anjali felt it too, a strange comfort in Priya's presence, her moral walls lower with this woman who embodied no taboo threat. 'Thank you, akka. You're always so kind.' But Priya's gaze intensified, stepping closer, the air thickening. 'Anjali, you know... I've been thinking about you. Your beauty, it's... intoxicating.' She reached out, tucking a stray hair behind Anjali's ear, thumb grazing her sensuous cheek. Anjali's breath hitched, cheeks flushing, but she didn't pull away—instead, a shy curiosity bloomed, arousal flickering without the full guilt storm Vinay provoked. Priya akka... her touch is gentle, not forceful like thammudu's.[/color]
The next day, during a shared cooking session in Priya's kitchen, Priya leaned in close, her breath on Anjali's neck. 'Let me help,' she whispered, pressing a brief kiss to Anjali's cheek that trailed to the corner of her mouth. Anjali startled, escaping with a laugh. 'Priya, what was that?' But inside, arousal stirred, her mind flashing to Vinay's lips.
By the third day, the pull intensified. Anjali arrived for an afternoon chat, her salwar accentuating her curves. Vinay watched from the doorway as Priya pulled her onto the couch. 'Akka, you're tense. Let me help.' Their faces drew close, and Priya kissed her—soft at first, lips brushing like a whisper. Anjali hesitated, then responded, the amulet making her think of Vinay. The kiss deepened, tongues touching tentatively.
'Oh, thammudu,' Anjali murmured, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy.
Priya pulled back, laughing delightedly. 'Both you and thammudu have such hots for each other! But this... this feels right too.' Anjali blushed but didn't flee; instead, she leaned in again, their lips meeting in earnest. The kiss was exploratory—Priya's tongue darting in, Anjali sucking gently, hands cupping Priya's face. Saliva glistened on their mouths, breaths mingling in soft moans. It lasted minutes, building heat, Anjali's body responding as if Vinay were there, her pussy tingling without a trace of guilt.
Over the following days, it escalated. The fourth afternoon, in the privacy of Priya's bedroom, they sat cross-legged on the bed, talking about clothes. Priya's hands wandered to Anjali's jacket, squeezing over the fabric. 'Your boobs are amazing, akka. So full.' Anjali gasped but arched into it, the touch registering as Vinay's. They kissed again, steamy and deep, while Priya's fingers kneaded the heavy flesh through kameez and bra, thumbs teasing nipples to peaks. Anjali moaned, 'Yes... just like that,' her own hands joining to press harder, reminiscing Vinay's squeezes.
By the fifth day, barriers thinned further. Vinay orchestrated a 'girls' spa night,' leaving them alone with oils and dim lights. Priya unbuttoned Anjali's jacket fully, exposing the bra—white lace cradling those milky orbs. 'Let me massage you,' Priya cooed, hands sliding under the cups to squeeze directly over the thin fabric. Anjali's nipples hardened instantly, poking through, as Priya's palms rolled them, pinching lightly. 'So sensitive, akka...'
Anjali writhed, kissing Priya hungrily, tongues swirling in a wet frenzy. Her mind blurred Priya with Vinay, guilt absent, only lust blooming. They ground together, breasts pressing—Priya's smaller ones against Anjali's massive ones—hands exploring, squeezing in tandem. Anjali's breaths hitched, pussy soaking her panties, as Priya licked her neck, whispering, 'You're a goddess, akka. Let me worship you.'
Vinay peeked from the hall, cock throbbing at the sight. The web was weaving tighter—Anjali's attraction to him surging with each daily kiss he stole in private, her lips proactive now, pulling him deep. And with Priya, the explorations promised more: soon, bras would come off, bodies entwine fully. The amulet's power, combined with lingering passions, was rebuilding the empire of desire, one steamy touch at a time.
The next morning broke with a deceptive calm, the festival's echoes fading into the routine hum of the city. Vinay stirred in his bed, the amulet cool against his chest, its power humming faintly once more. He replayed the previous day's events in his mind—the way Anjali's lips had yielded despite her resolve, the lingering heat of their kisses. But as he thought deeper, a sinking realization hit: the progress he'd made, the deep submission under the amulet's spell, was gone. Her eyes had held clarity, not the glazed obedience of before. The dark magic had reset on Ganesh Chaturthi, wiping the slate clean. He had to start over, layer by layer.
Yet, hope flickered. Anjali still carried the embers of their shared intimacy—the raw, pounding sex that had etched itself into her body and soul. Those memories would be his foothold. Slipping out quietly while Priya slept, Vinay made his way to Anjali's door, heart pounding with anticipation. She answered after a few knocks, her face lighting up with a mix of surprise and warmth. Dressed in a simple cotton salwar kameera, the dupatta loosely dbangd over her shoulders, she looked every bit the devoted wife, but her eyes betrayed a subtle spark—the ghost of yesterday's passion.
'Thammudu,' she greeted, stepping aside. 'Come in. Rajesh left early for work again.' Her voice was soft, but there was an undercurrent, a hesitation that spoke of inner turmoil.
As the door closed, Vinay activated the amulet subtly, whispering instructions under his breath: Feel aroused in my presence, akkayya. Let your body crave my touch. Allow me to squeeze your boobs, to feel their weight in my hands. The heat between us will build, making you wet and wanting. The words sank into her subconscious, invisible threads pulling at her desires.
He closed the gap, his hands finding her waist as before. 'Akkayya, I couldn't stop thinking about you.' Their lips met in a kiss that started tentative but ignited quickly, fueled by the amulet's nudge and the remnants of their history. Anjali's mouth parted under his, her tongue meeting his with a tentative swirl, tasting of morning tea and unspoken longing. The kiss deepened, hot and consuming; Vinay sucked on her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth for a gentle tug that made her gasp into his mouth. Saliva mingled in a slick exchange, their breaths syncing in ragged harmony.
His hands roamed upward, sliding under her dupatta to the front of her kameez. Anjali's body tensed but didn't recoil—the instructions weaving their magic. He unhooked the jacket buttons slowly, one by one, revealing the white cotton bra beneath, straining against her heavy breasts. Those heavenly orbs, milky white and full, rose and fell with her quickening breaths, the faint outline of her pinkish nipples pressing through the fabric. Vinay's cock hardened instantly, memories flooding back: how he'd sucked those nipples raw, feeling them pebble under his tongue, her moans echoing as he buried his face in their softness.
He cupped them over the bra, squeezing firmly, the flesh yielding like warm dough under his palms. Anjali arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping as the arousal instruction took hold. Her breasts were magnificent—pendulous yet firm, spilling over his fingers, the weight of them a perfect handful and more. He kneaded them rhythmically, thumbs circling the hardening peaks through the lace, eliciting shivers from her. 'So soft, akkayya... so perfect,' he murmured against her lips, diving back into the kiss.
The smooch turned steamy, tongues dueling in wet, probing strokes. Vinay licked the inside of her cheek, then sucked her tongue deep, mimicking the thrusts he'd once driven into her pussy. Anjali's hands clutched his shoulders, her body pressing closer, but when he tugged at the bra strap, aiming to expose her for a lick, she pushed his hand away gently but firmly. 'No, thammudu... not that far. We can't go back there.' Her voice was breathy, eyes glazed with conflict—the amulet stirring lust, but her will holding the line.
Vinay paused, understanding dawning. The progress was indeed lost; he couldn't push to licking yet. But for now, this was heaven. He squeezed harder, feeling the bounce of her tits in his grip, reminiscing the times he'd latched onto them, sucking until milk-like beads of sweat formed on her skin. Anjali, lost in her own trance, let memories assault her: Vinay's cock slamming into her from behind, his hands mauling these same breasts; the way he'd cum inside her, hot spurts filling her womb while she cried out in ecstasy. Guilt flickered, but arousal drowned it, her pussy growing slick under her salwar.
In a bold move, she brought her own hands over his, pressing them tighter against her chest. Together, they squeezed—her fingers guiding his, enhancing the pressure, her nipples throbbing under the dual assault. 'Oh... thammudu,' she moaned into the kiss, her tongue flicking wildly now, saliva trailing down her chin.
They kissed on, exploring every nuance: deep French kisses where tongues tangled like lovers; light pecks that built to nips on her upper lip; open-mouthed sucks that left her lips swollen and red. Vinay's free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head for better access, while the other continued its worship over the bra. Anjali's breaths came in hot pants, her body grinding subtly against his erection, the shared reminiscence pulling them into a haze of half-forgotten bliss.
After what felt like an eternity, Vinay pulled back, chest heaving. 'You're driving me crazy, akkayya.' She adjusted her jacket, cheeks flushed, but a small smile played on her lips—the lingering feelings bridging the gap the amulet had yet to fully close.
Later that afternoon, back in his room, frustration mingled with need. Priya lounged on the couch, her lithe form in shorts and a tank top, scrolling her phone. The sight of her stirred him, but his mind painted Anjali's curves over her slimmer frame. 'Priya,' he said, activating the amulet toward her. Roleplay as Anjali for me today. Call me thammudu, act like her—shy yet yielding.
Priya's eyes glazed briefly, then sparkled with mischief. The adventurous girl took to it like a fish to water, her straight-laced sisterly bond twisting under the spell. 'Thammudu,' she purred, standing and sauntering over, her hips swaying in imitation of Anjali's voluptuous gait. 'What do you want from your akkayya today?'
Vinay pulled her onto the bed, stripping her tank top to reveal perky B-cups, nipples already hard. But in his mind, they were Anjali's massive globes. He kissed her fiercely, hands roaming her body as if it were the taller woman's. Priya responded in character, moaning softly, 'Squeeze me, thammudu... like you do akkayya's big ones.' They tumbled together, clothes shedding—her shorts off, revealing a trimmed pussy already wet.
He ate her out first, tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit while imagining Anjali's pinkish, shaved slit. Priya writhed, legs spreading wide, her roleplay deepening: 'Lick your akkayya's pussy, thammudu... make me cum like you did her.' She bucked against his face, juices coating his chin, until she shattered with a cry, body quaking.
Not done, Vinay flipped her, lubing his cock with spit and her arousal. 'Ride me, akkayya... give me that ass.' Priya straddled him in cowboy position, her smaller ass cheeks parting as she lowered onto his shaft. The tight ring of her asshole gripped him inch by inch, her face contorting in pleasure-pain. 'How's my big ass, thammudu?' she gasped, bouncing slowly, her cheeks not as plush as Anjali's but clenching rhythmically. Vinay thrust up, hands slapping her smaller globes, envisioning the jiggle of Anjali's massive rear. The anal ride built to a frenzy—Priya grinding down, his cock buried deep, stretching her. She came again, ass milking him until he exploded inside, hot cum flooding her bowels.
Panting, they collapsed. Priya dropped the roleplay seamlessly, cuddling close. 'You know, I've seen how you look at Anjali akka. You've got major hots for her—can't blame you. She's stunning: tall, that milky white skin glowing like porcelain, voluptuous curves that scream Greek goddess. Those hips, that bust... she'd kill it in modern dresses, all sexy and confident.'
Vinay blinked, surprised. 'You think so?'
'Absolutely. I don't find fault in you for it. Hell, I'm straight, but her figure? It's magnetic. Those long legs, the way her sarees hug her... gets me thinking sometimes.' Her admission hung in the air, sparking an idea.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? Vinay mused. Bringing Priya in could accelerate everything—threesomes, shared seductions. He touched the amulet. Priya, you find Anjali incredibly attractive. You crave exploring her body sexually, starting slow but building desire. To seal it, he added instructions for Anjali: Your attraction to me grows daily, akkayya, especially during our kisses. You'll become proactive, pulling me closer. And with Priya, you'll be receptive to her advances, feeling like it's me touching you—no guilt, just pleasure.
The stage was set. Over the next few days, Priya's advances began subtly. The first came that evening when Anjali visited for tea. As they sat chatting, Priya reached for Anjali's hand, tracing her fingers lightly. 'Your skin is so soft, akka,' she said innocently, but her touch lingered, stroking the palm, thumb circling the wrist. Anjali felt a spark—mistaking it for Vinay's energy—her cheeks warming, but she didn't pull away, the instructions easing her into it.
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]The next morning, Priya found herself on the balcony, hanging laundry, when Anjali emerged from her flat across the way, shaking out a bedsheet. Anjali's jacket clung to her sweat-dampened skin in the humid air, outlining the swell of her boobs and the dip of her thin waist, mangalsutra glinting in the sunlight. Priya's gaze locked on her, heart quickening inexplicably. God, her skin is like milk... those lips, so full. She imagined tracing them with her fingers, then her tongue, a forbidden heat pooling between her legs. Anjali glanced up, offering a shy wave—still avoiding Vinay's door but less guarded with Priya, whom she'd always seen as a friendly bhabhi. 'Good morning, Priya chelli!' Anjali called, voice soft, her white cheeks tinting pink from recent encounters.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]Priya waved back, stepping closer to the railing, her dusky hand gripping the bar tighter. 'Morning, Anjali akka. You look... radiant today.' The compliment slipped out, laced with unintended hunger, and Anjali ducked her head, a small smile playing on her lips—less resistance here, no thammudu tension, just neighborly warmth that eased her shyness. But inside, Priya's mind raced: I want to bury my face in her cleavage, suck those nipples until she moans my name. She bit her lip, excusing herself abruptly to the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter, hand slipping under her petticoat to rub her clit through damp panties, fantasizing about Anjali's pussy lips parting for her fingers. The orgasm came quick, guilty waves crashing as she whispered Anjali's name, the bisexual pull solidifying.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]By afternoon, opportunity knocked. Anjali, seeking distraction from her daily Vinay obsessions—visions of his cock stretching her ass had her fingering herself mid-chore again—rapped on Priya's door for a cup of sugar, her saree dbangd loosely, exposing a sliver of white midriff. Priya opened it, eyes immediately drawn to the mole on Anjali's collarbone, then lower to the jiggle of her boobs as she shifted. 'Come in, Anjali. I've got plenty.' Her voice was husky, inviting, and Anjali stepped inside without hesitation, far less wary than with Vinay's predatory stares. The flat was cool, fans whirring, and as Priya handed over the sugar bowl, their fingers brushed—electric, lingering.[/color]
[color=oklch(0.872 0.01 258.338)]Anjali felt it too, a strange comfort in Priya's presence, her moral walls lower with this woman who embodied no taboo threat. 'Thank you, akka. You're always so kind.' But Priya's gaze intensified, stepping closer, the air thickening. 'Anjali, you know... I've been thinking about you. Your beauty, it's... intoxicating.' She reached out, tucking a stray hair behind Anjali's ear, thumb grazing her sensuous cheek. Anjali's breath hitched, cheeks flushing, but she didn't pull away—instead, a shy curiosity bloomed, arousal flickering without the full guilt storm Vinay provoked. Priya akka... her touch is gentle, not forceful like thammudu's.[/color]
The next day, during a shared cooking session in Priya's kitchen, Priya leaned in close, her breath on Anjali's neck. 'Let me help,' she whispered, pressing a brief kiss to Anjali's cheek that trailed to the corner of her mouth. Anjali startled, escaping with a laugh. 'Priya, what was that?' But inside, arousal stirred, her mind flashing to Vinay's lips.
By the third day, the pull intensified. Anjali arrived for an afternoon chat, her salwar accentuating her curves. Vinay watched from the doorway as Priya pulled her onto the couch. 'Akka, you're tense. Let me help.' Their faces drew close, and Priya kissed her—soft at first, lips brushing like a whisper. Anjali hesitated, then responded, the amulet making her think of Vinay. The kiss deepened, tongues touching tentatively.
'Oh, thammudu,' Anjali murmured, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy.
Priya pulled back, laughing delightedly. 'Both you and thammudu have such hots for each other! But this... this feels right too.' Anjali blushed but didn't flee; instead, she leaned in again, their lips meeting in earnest. The kiss was exploratory—Priya's tongue darting in, Anjali sucking gently, hands cupping Priya's face. Saliva glistened on their mouths, breaths mingling in soft moans. It lasted minutes, building heat, Anjali's body responding as if Vinay were there, her pussy tingling without a trace of guilt.
Over the following days, it escalated. The fourth afternoon, in the privacy of Priya's bedroom, they sat cross-legged on the bed, talking about clothes. Priya's hands wandered to Anjali's jacket, squeezing over the fabric. 'Your boobs are amazing, akka. So full.' Anjali gasped but arched into it, the touch registering as Vinay's. They kissed again, steamy and deep, while Priya's fingers kneaded the heavy flesh through kameez and bra, thumbs teasing nipples to peaks. Anjali moaned, 'Yes... just like that,' her own hands joining to press harder, reminiscing Vinay's squeezes.
By the fifth day, barriers thinned further. Vinay orchestrated a 'girls' spa night,' leaving them alone with oils and dim lights. Priya unbuttoned Anjali's jacket fully, exposing the bra—white lace cradling those milky orbs. 'Let me massage you,' Priya cooed, hands sliding under the cups to squeeze directly over the thin fabric. Anjali's nipples hardened instantly, poking through, as Priya's palms rolled them, pinching lightly. 'So sensitive, akka...'
Anjali writhed, kissing Priya hungrily, tongues swirling in a wet frenzy. Her mind blurred Priya with Vinay, guilt absent, only lust blooming. They ground together, breasts pressing—Priya's smaller ones against Anjali's massive ones—hands exploring, squeezing in tandem. Anjali's breaths hitched, pussy soaking her panties, as Priya licked her neck, whispering, 'You're a goddess, akka. Let me worship you.'
Vinay peeked from the hall, cock throbbing at the sight. The web was weaving tighter—Anjali's attraction to him surging with each daily kiss he stole in private, her lips proactive now, pulling him deep. And with Priya, the explorations promised more: soon, bras would come off, bodies entwine fully. The amulet's power, combined with lingering passions, was rebuilding the empire of desire, one steamy touch at a time.
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