The Tharki(Horny) Transaction: Old rich man remarries for lust- 8 Videos[part 1-done]

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Scene 10

After that deep, hungry kiss and with the taste of each other still on their lips, the room felt even hotter and smaller. Shanti’s breathing was heavy, her face flushed red. Outside the thick wooden door, Raj was still sitting on the cold marble floor, holding the small kid tight against his chest. The baby had woken up once and cried softly for milk, but Raj had given him some mashed banana from the bag he carried, rocking him back to sleep. Now Raj just stared at the locked door, every small sound from inside cutting him like a knife.

Inside, Only their heavy, ragged breathing filled the dimly lit master suite. Jagat pulled back just enough to look at Shanti’s heavy Kanjeevaram blouse, which was still tight on her chest. His old fingers hovered near the edge of the fabric.

Jagat Singh: Can I?
Shanti looked up at him, a little shy but her eyes also shining with greedy excitement. She felt her heart hammering.

Shanti: …mmmm… you’re my husband…
Jagat reached around her slowly and found the thick strings at the back of her blouse. He did not rush at all. He untied them very slowly, one by one. The heavy silk loosened immediately.

Shanti: ahhhhh…
Jagat gently opened the front of the blouse just a little, not touching her yet. He just looked, his eyes full of raw hunger, seeing her massive breasts held only by the lace bra now.

Jagat Singh: You’re… beautiful.
Shanti’s bare shoulders rose as she took a deep breath under his burning stare. She felt exposed but also powerful.

Shanti: ohhhhh… don’t look at me like that…
But she did not cover herself. Her hands stayed lightly on his chest. Jagat let the fabric slide open more, the bra fully visible. His fingers lightly traced her bare sides, feeling her soft skin.

Shanti: mmmmmmmm…
Jagat stepped closer, their bodies almost touching again. His fingers grazed over the lace covering her heavy breasts. He was not squeezing yet, just feeling the big curve and the heat.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhh…
Jagat watched her face carefully, seeing every small reaction. He pressed a little firmer, still over the bra, feeling her nipples getting hard and pushing against the lace.

Shanti: ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Her breathing became fast and uneven. One hand gripped his shoulder tight, the other went deep into his silver hair.
Jagat moved behind her for a moment, holding her firm from the back while the open blouse hung loose in front. He pressed a hot kiss on her bare shoulder.

Shanti: ohhhhh… I feel shy…
He turned her gently to face him again, hands resting strong on her waist. He looked straight into her dark, wide eyes.

Jagat Singh: Tell me if you want me to stop.
Shanti was breathing very fast now, her heavy chest rising and falling, cheeks deep red.

Shanti: …don’t stop…
Jagat brought his hand up again, slow this time, and held her full lactating breasts more properly, still over the bra. His grip was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her hard nipples. He watched her face closely.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Her knees bent a little, like she couldn’t stand properly. She held him tight, her breath shaking at the end.
Jagat leaned in and kissed her deep again, slower than before, like he wanted to own every part of her.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…