Baba’s Blessing: Unable to get pregnant, couple goes to baba (Video+)

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Scene 8

Riya stood in the small, dark hut, alone, her heart beating a little faster than usual from Baba Ji's touch.
Her nipples were hard, and her body was humming with awakened desire.

The simple mattress looked both inviting and terrifying.

She slowly took off her simple suit and changed into a thin, plain robe she had packed.
Definitely not a "shakti ritual" uniform.

A soft sound at the door. Baba Ji entered the room. He was wearing only a simple loincloth, his powerful, muscular body clearly visible in the dim light.

Baba Ji: "You are ready, beti?"
Riya, her throat too dry to speak, simply nodded. She was feeling shy.

Baba Ji: "Do not be shy, beti. This body is a gift from God. The sun does not hide its light. Turn around."

Riya, her cheeks burning, turned slowly. She quickly dbangd the thin plain robe around her. Her voluptuous figure was clearly visible. She felt exposed, but also strangely powerful.

Baba Ji: "Good. Now, the first step of the ritual: checking the flow of prana (life energy)."
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. He gently lifted her chin.

Baba Ji: "Where the energy is strong, the flow is open. Where it is weak, we fix it."
His hands, warm and strong, went to her shoulders, running down her arms. Then, his eyes fixed on her big, soft
breasts. He placed his palms flat over them, exactly where he had touched her before. He didn't rush. He simply held them, his thumbs lightly circling the nipples.

Baba Ji: "Ah, here the maternal energy is blocked by worry."
Riya's whole body went garam (hot). A deep moan, soft and involuntary, escaped her lips.

Riya (playfully pushing his hands away): "Naughty Baba! You are supposed to be checking prana, not make love!"

Baba Ji (chuckling, his eyes twinkling): "Is there any difference, Riya? Love is the greatest energy flow! Tell me, Riya. Do you remember the simple, playful love? The giggles, the innocent touches? That is the love we need to bring back."

Riya (giggling, batting her eyelids): "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You need to remind me properly! Rohan is a good man, but he has forgotten the fun. He only remembers the duty."

Baba Ji: "Then let me be the one to teach you the Kamasutra of joy first."
He slowly and gently untied the robe. Riya was still shy while getting undressed as his eyes followed. He looked at her voluptuous body, admiring the maternal energy of a would be mother, the perfectly rounded breasts, full aroused nipples like small ridges on a mountain.

Riya (whispering, her voice tight with excitement): "No, Baba Ji! Not yet! This is too fast!" But her hands made no move to stop him.
Baba Ji ignored her protest. The robe came off, and slid to the ground. Riya stood before him, completely disrobed.
Riya instantly covered her chest with her arms, feeling a wave of shame mixed with incredible, pounding excitement.

Riya (cheeks flaming): "Baba Ji! I said no! Are you mad? Put the robe back!"

Baba Ji (smiling, his gaze soft and adoring): "Silence, my little goddess. The first lesson: do not lie to your body. Your body is saying yes. I am checking for blockages."

He took her hands away from her breasts, his fingers gently tracing the swell of her big, soft breasts.
He began to gently touch her. His touch was tender, his fingers feeling the skin, the flesh. He lifted one breast, weighing it in his palm, then the other, his thumbs lightly brushing her nipples. Each touch sent a wave of electric sensation through Riya, making her feel highly garam (hot) and intensely excited. Her entire body tingled, coming alive under his knowing hands.

Baba Ji: "Your breasts are soft and full of creation. I will pray over them. We need to wake the flow."
He moved his mouth to her ear, his breath hot.

Baba Ji: "Be ready, Riya. Tonight, we awaken the seed."