[Dave Rajan]

**Update 8**

Here are the paintings Ravi saw in Velu’s painting room…

1. A woman leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, biting her lower lip in pleasure. Her pallu lay fallen on the floor. A man kneeling in front of her had pushed his tongue deep into her navel, licking and probing it.

2. A woman in a salwar kameez sitting on a chair and working. A man standing behind her had slipped both his hands inside her top and was roughly squeezing her breasts.

3. The moment a man closes the door and turns around — the woman in front of him looks him in the eyes and slowly pulls her pallu down with both hands, letting it fall.

4. A woman wearing only a thin white petticoat, standing with her back to a man. The man, wearing only his underwear, had pulled out his hard cock and was rubbing it between her ass cheeks, teasing her wet pussy entrance from behind.

5. A woman lying on the office table without her saree, only in her petticoat. Her blouse hooks were open, bra pulled down, breasts fully exposed.

6. A man and woman in a tight embrace, kissing passionately even before entering the house.

7. The same couple kissing wildly, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, bodies pressed together.

8. A woman standing in front of a man, slowly lifting her saree and exposing her deep navel teasingly.

9. An office scene — a woman standing on one side of the table. On the other side, a man sitting in his chair with one hand squeezing the woman’s ass while talking to her casually.

10. The final painting — a man sitting on a chair. In front of him, a woman on her knees with her blouse fully open and breasts hanging out, sucking his thick cock with saliva dripping from her mouth and chin.

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These were the paintings Ravi saw.

It became crystal clear to him.

The man in all the paintings was **Velu**.  
The woman was none other than his own wife — **Athi**.

Ravi stood there frozen, heart pounding, mind spinning, and his cock painfully hard.