01-02-2026, 02:32 PM
Wednesday Morning — Part Twenty: The Taste of her
From his kneeling position, Ravi had a perfect view of her lower body.
Her thighs were inches from his face, thick, soft, the inner curves glistening slightly with moisture. The skin was pale, flawless, marked only by the faintest line where her panties had been.
Above them, the neat triangle of dark curls drew his eye, soft, natural, beautiful against her fair skin.
And there, between her thighs, partially hidden by the soft curls, he could see her intimate flesh.
The outer lips were soft and full, the same pale color as the rest of her skin. They were closed, modest even in her nakedness, but he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal, could see how wet she was, how ready.
"Stand up," Priya whispered, her voice shaking. "Stand up and look at me properly, Ravi."
He rose slowly, his eyes traveling up her body as he stood.
The full picture of her took his breath away.
She stood completely naked before him, full breasts with their pink, hardened nipples, narrow waist, curved hips, the dark triangle between her thighs, thick soft thighs, shapely calves, delicate feet.
Every inch of her was pale and perfect, glowing in the morning light like something from a dream.
"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely. "Please, Didi. Let me see all of you."
Priya turned slowly, presenting her back to him once more.
But this time, there were no panties to cover the curves of her bottom.
Ravi's breath left him in a rush.
Her bottom was magnificent, full, round, soft. The curves were generous, abundant, each cheek perfectly shaped. The skin was the same flawless pale as the rest of her, smooth and unmarred.
The crease where her bottom met her thighs was a beautiful line, and below it, he could see the backs of her thick thighs, touching at the top, the soft flesh pressing together.
Between her thighs, from this angle, he could just glimpse her intimate flesh, the soft, glistening folds, pink and delicate and utterly beautiful.
From his kneeling position, Ravi had a perfect view of her lower body.
Her thighs were inches from his face, thick, soft, the inner curves glistening slightly with moisture. The skin was pale, flawless, marked only by the faintest line where her panties had been.
Above them, the neat triangle of dark curls drew his eye, soft, natural, beautiful against her fair skin.
And there, between her thighs, partially hidden by the soft curls, he could see her intimate flesh.
The outer lips were soft and full, the same pale color as the rest of her skin. They were closed, modest even in her nakedness, but he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal, could see how wet she was, how ready.
"Stand up," Priya whispered, her voice shaking. "Stand up and look at me properly, Ravi."
He rose slowly, his eyes traveling up her body as he stood.
The full picture of her took his breath away.
She stood completely naked before him, full breasts with their pink, hardened nipples, narrow waist, curved hips, the dark triangle between her thighs, thick soft thighs, shapely calves, delicate feet.
Every inch of her was pale and perfect, glowing in the morning light like something from a dream.
"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely. "Please, Didi. Let me see all of you."
Priya turned slowly, presenting her back to him once more.
But this time, there were no panties to cover the curves of her bottom.
Ravi's breath left him in a rush.
Her bottom was magnificent, full, round, soft. The curves were generous, abundant, each cheek perfectly shaped. The skin was the same flawless pale as the rest of her, smooth and unmarred.
The crease where her bottom met her thighs was a beautiful line, and below it, he could see the backs of her thick thighs, touching at the top, the soft flesh pressing together.
Between her thighs, from this angle, he could just glimpse her intimate flesh, the soft, glistening folds, pink and delicate and utterly beautiful.
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