22-02-2026, 12:00 PM
That evening Giridhar Sir called my wife. She answered, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her large dark eyes focused.
"Sudha... take rest tonight... do not come to college today... come fresh for the shoot tomorrow... sleep well... your body needs it... you must be fresh and glowing for tomorrow... okay?" Giridhar Sir said, his voice gentle but firm.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty.
"Yes sir... I will rest... thank you sir... I will be fresh tomorrow," she said softly, hanging up.
Then Arjun called my wife. She answered again, her boobs rising and falling over the pink nighty.
"Sudha akka... tomorrow morning... come to Cameraman Sir’s house... be ready... we start... okay?" Arjun said, his voice excited.
My wife agreed, her voice soft.
"Yes Arjun... I will come... thank you," she said, hanging up.
I even called my office and told them I wouldn’t be coming tomorrow, my cock throbbing inside my white dhoti as I spoke.
That night I did not fuck my wife. I let her sleep peacefully, her boobs resting against the pillow through her pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs slightly parted, her breathing soft and even, her large dark eyes closed, her body relaxed and fresh for tomorrow, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched her sleep, knowing what awaited her, my balls aching with need, heart pounding in the dark bedroom.
Next day morning my wife woke up early, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her wide hips shifting as she moved quickly around the house. She prepared breakfast for my sons, packed their lunch, sent them off to college, then came back to our bedroom where I was still sleeping.
She picked up a white bra and maroon panties, placing them neatly on the bed. Then she picked up a yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat, placing them beside the underwear, smoothing the saree folds carefully.
She took a towel, placing it over her shoulder, then gently shook me awake.
"Rajesh... breakfast is ready... I have kept it on the dining table... no time to waste... the Cameraman is already waiting... get up... I am going to take bath," she said softly but urgently, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I woke up, my cock throbbing softly inside my white dhoti, leaking a little precum as I thought of the day ahead. I went to the dining table, ate the breakfast she had prepared, my mind racing with jealousy and filthy excitement.
My wife was still inside the bathroom, the sound of water running, her boobs probably rising and falling under the shower, her thick juicy thighs wet and glistening, her large dark eyes closed as she washed herself, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot, completely unaware of what awaited her.
I finished my breakfast at the dining table, my cock throbbing softly inside my white lungi, leaking a little precum as I thought of my wife in the bathroom, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot. I walked back to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.
My wife came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, the towel knotted tightly above her boobs, the fabric hugging her curves erotically. The white towel clung to her wet body, outlining her full boobs perfectly, the upper swell of her boobs pushing against the towel edge, the towel ending just above her thighs, revealing her thick juicy thighs glistening with water droplets, her wide hips flaring out seductively, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the towel, the towel barely covering her pussy and ass crack, a few drops of water trickling down her navel and disappearing between her thighs, her wet hair falling over her shoulders, sticking to her boobs and towel, her skin glowing with fresh moisture, her large dark eyes sparkling, her full red lips parted slightly, looking incredibly hot and sexy, her body radiating raw sensuality.
She caught me staring, her cheeks flushing deep red, her boobs heaving under the white towel, her large dark eyes shy and embarrassed.
"Rajesh... why are you looking at me like that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly.
I stepped closer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"I don’t know... you are looking like an angel today... so beautiful... so hot... I am horny... seeing you like this... wrapped in that towel... your boobs pushing against it... your thighs shining... I can’t help it... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes roaming over her boobs and thighs, my cock pulsing hard.
My wife blushed deeper, her boobs rising and falling rapidly under the white towel, her large dark eyes looking away shyly, a small smile on her lips.
"Rajesh... stop... I am getting ready for the shoot... don’t make me more nervous... but... thank you... I feel... nice... when you say that," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the towel, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she turned to the bed where the yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, and maroon panties were laid out.
I stood there, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, wrapped in the white towel, her boobs heaving, her thighs glistening, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her prepare for the old man, for the camera, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I held the white towel open wider, my fingers gripping the edges firmly, keeping the towel spread apart as my eyes moved down from her boobs to her waist, belly, and navel. Her waist was narrow and perfectly curved, flaring out seductively into wide hips, the hips soft yet firm, inviting to be grabbed. Her belly was flat and smooth, with a gentle, feminine softness, the skin glowing from the bath, a few stray water droplets clinging to the gentle slope below her boobs, slowly trailing downward. Her navel was deep and oval-shaped, a perfect little hollow in the center of her belly, the inner walls of the navel slightly shadowed, glistening with a tiny bead of water pooled inside, the navel ringed by a soft, subtle fold of skin, the entire belly and navel area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her belly quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplet in her navel shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your waist... your belly... your navel... they are so beautiful... so perfect... your navel is deep... so inviting... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her navel and belly, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her belly quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs to her hips and thighs. Her hips were wide and perfectly flared, curving out sensually from her narrow waist, the hips soft yet firm, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, the gentle inward dip at the sides leading to the full, round swell of her hips, inviting to be grabbed and squeezed. Her thighs were thick and juicy, powerful yet feminine, the outer thighs smooth and rounded, the inner thighs soft and plush, pressing together slightly in shyness, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the inner thighs toward her pussy, the thighs glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight, the entire hips and thighs area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her hips quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her thighs shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your hips... your thighs... they are so beautiful... so thick... so juicy... your hips curve so perfectly... your thighs are full and soft... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her hips and thighs, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her hips quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs to her knees, calves, and feet. Her knees were smooth and rounded, the kneecaps prominent yet soft, the skin glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the front of her knees toward her calves. Her calves were thick and shapely, muscular yet feminine, the outer curves firm and defined, the inner calves soft and plush, the calves glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight nervously, the calves tapering elegantly down to her ankles. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the soles soft and pinkish, a few stray water droplets dripping from her heels, the feet small and perfect, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny, the entire knees, calves, and feet area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her knees trembling slightly, her calves flexing with tension.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her knees quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her calves shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your knees... your calves... your feet... they are so beautiful... so shapely... so soft... your calves are thick and perfect... your feet are delicate... so erotic... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her knees, calves, and feet, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her knees and calves quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs, ass cheeks, knees, and calves to her ankles and toes. Her ankles were slim and elegant, the ankle bones subtly prominent yet soft, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the delicate curves, slowly trailing down to her heels. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the soles soft and pinkish, the heels rounded and smooth, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the smaller toes perfectly proportioned, tapering gracefully, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny and well-shaped, the spaces between the toes clean and inviting, a few stray droplets hanging from the tips of her toes, glistening in the light, the entire ankles and toes area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her ankles trembling slightly, her toes curling in shyness.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her ankles quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her toes shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your ankles... your toes... they are so beautiful... so delicate... so perfect... your ankles are slim and elegant... your toes are long and sexy... the way they curl... the way they shine... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her ankles and toes, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her ankles and toes quivering with each quick breath.
"Sudha... take rest tonight... do not come to college today... come fresh for the shoot tomorrow... sleep well... your body needs it... you must be fresh and glowing for tomorrow... okay?" Giridhar Sir said, his voice gentle but firm.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty.
"Yes sir... I will rest... thank you sir... I will be fresh tomorrow," she said softly, hanging up.
Then Arjun called my wife. She answered again, her boobs rising and falling over the pink nighty.
"Sudha akka... tomorrow morning... come to Cameraman Sir’s house... be ready... we start... okay?" Arjun said, his voice excited.
My wife agreed, her voice soft.
"Yes Arjun... I will come... thank you," she said, hanging up.
I even called my office and told them I wouldn’t be coming tomorrow, my cock throbbing inside my white dhoti as I spoke.
That night I did not fuck my wife. I let her sleep peacefully, her boobs resting against the pillow through her pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs slightly parted, her breathing soft and even, her large dark eyes closed, her body relaxed and fresh for tomorrow, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched her sleep, knowing what awaited her, my balls aching with need, heart pounding in the dark bedroom.
Next day morning my wife woke up early, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her wide hips shifting as she moved quickly around the house. She prepared breakfast for my sons, packed their lunch, sent them off to college, then came back to our bedroom where I was still sleeping.
She picked up a white bra and maroon panties, placing them neatly on the bed. Then she picked up a yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat, placing them beside the underwear, smoothing the saree folds carefully.
She took a towel, placing it over her shoulder, then gently shook me awake.
"Rajesh... breakfast is ready... I have kept it on the dining table... no time to waste... the Cameraman is already waiting... get up... I am going to take bath," she said softly but urgently, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I woke up, my cock throbbing softly inside my white dhoti, leaking a little precum as I thought of the day ahead. I went to the dining table, ate the breakfast she had prepared, my mind racing with jealousy and filthy excitement.
My wife was still inside the bathroom, the sound of water running, her boobs probably rising and falling under the shower, her thick juicy thighs wet and glistening, her large dark eyes closed as she washed herself, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot, completely unaware of what awaited her.
I finished my breakfast at the dining table, my cock throbbing softly inside my white lungi, leaking a little precum as I thought of my wife in the bathroom, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot. I walked back to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.
My wife came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, the towel knotted tightly above her boobs, the fabric hugging her curves erotically. The white towel clung to her wet body, outlining her full boobs perfectly, the upper swell of her boobs pushing against the towel edge, the towel ending just above her thighs, revealing her thick juicy thighs glistening with water droplets, her wide hips flaring out seductively, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the towel, the towel barely covering her pussy and ass crack, a few drops of water trickling down her navel and disappearing between her thighs, her wet hair falling over her shoulders, sticking to her boobs and towel, her skin glowing with fresh moisture, her large dark eyes sparkling, her full red lips parted slightly, looking incredibly hot and sexy, her body radiating raw sensuality.
She caught me staring, her cheeks flushing deep red, her boobs heaving under the white towel, her large dark eyes shy and embarrassed.
"Rajesh... why are you looking at me like that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly.
I stepped closer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"I don’t know... you are looking like an angel today... so beautiful... so hot... I am horny... seeing you like this... wrapped in that towel... your boobs pushing against it... your thighs shining... I can’t help it... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes roaming over her boobs and thighs, my cock pulsing hard.
My wife blushed deeper, her boobs rising and falling rapidly under the white towel, her large dark eyes looking away shyly, a small smile on her lips.
"Rajesh... stop... I am getting ready for the shoot... don’t make me more nervous... but... thank you... I feel... nice... when you say that," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the towel, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she turned to the bed where the yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, and maroon panties were laid out.
I stood there, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, wrapped in the white towel, her boobs heaving, her thighs glistening, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her prepare for the old man, for the camera, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.
I held the white towel open wider, my fingers gripping the edges firmly, keeping the towel spread apart as my eyes moved down from her boobs to her waist, belly, and navel. Her waist was narrow and perfectly curved, flaring out seductively into wide hips, the hips soft yet firm, inviting to be grabbed. Her belly was flat and smooth, with a gentle, feminine softness, the skin glowing from the bath, a few stray water droplets clinging to the gentle slope below her boobs, slowly trailing downward. Her navel was deep and oval-shaped, a perfect little hollow in the center of her belly, the inner walls of the navel slightly shadowed, glistening with a tiny bead of water pooled inside, the navel ringed by a soft, subtle fold of skin, the entire belly and navel area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her belly quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplet in her navel shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your waist... your belly... your navel... they are so beautiful... so perfect... your navel is deep... so inviting... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her navel and belly, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her belly quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs to her hips and thighs. Her hips were wide and perfectly flared, curving out sensually from her narrow waist, the hips soft yet firm, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, the gentle inward dip at the sides leading to the full, round swell of her hips, inviting to be grabbed and squeezed. Her thighs were thick and juicy, powerful yet feminine, the outer thighs smooth and rounded, the inner thighs soft and plush, pressing together slightly in shyness, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the inner thighs toward her pussy, the thighs glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight, the entire hips and thighs area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her hips quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her thighs shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your hips... your thighs... they are so beautiful... so thick... so juicy... your hips curve so perfectly... your thighs are full and soft... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her hips and thighs, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her hips quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs to her knees, calves, and feet. Her knees were smooth and rounded, the kneecaps prominent yet soft, the skin glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the front of her knees toward her calves. Her calves were thick and shapely, muscular yet feminine, the outer curves firm and defined, the inner calves soft and plush, the calves glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight nervously, the calves tapering elegantly down to her ankles. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the soles soft and pinkish, a few stray water droplets dripping from her heels, the feet small and perfect, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny, the entire knees, calves, and feet area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her knees trembling slightly, her calves flexing with tension.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her knees quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her calves shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your knees... your calves... your feet... they are so beautiful... so shapely... so soft... your calves are thick and perfect... your feet are delicate... so erotic... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her knees, calves, and feet, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her knees and calves quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs, ass cheeks, knees, and calves to her ankles and toes. Her ankles were slim and elegant, the ankle bones subtly prominent yet soft, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the delicate curves, slowly trailing down to her heels. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the soles soft and pinkish, the heels rounded and smooth, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the smaller toes perfectly proportioned, tapering gracefully, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny and well-shaped, the spaces between the toes clean and inviting, a few stray droplets hanging from the tips of her toes, glistening in the light, the entire ankles and toes area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her ankles trembling slightly, her toes curling in shyness.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her ankles quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her toes shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your ankles... your toes... they are so beautiful... so delicate... so perfect... your ankles are slim and elegant... your toes are long and sexy... the way they curl... the way they shine... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her ankles and toes, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her ankles and toes quivering with each quick breath.
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