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With deliberate slowness that drew shallow breaths from both Neetu and Rohan, she slipped the straps off her shoulders.
 
The fabric whispered down to pool at her waist, revealing the lacy confines of her bra hugging her pert breasts perfectly.
 
Neetu watched transfixed, her very attractive big eyes fixed on the erotic reveal. Anjali reached behind her back, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasps one by one with a soft click that echoed intimately in the quiet fort.
 
The bra loosened immediately, allowing her full, firm breasts to spill forward slightly, nipples already hardening into rosy peaks from the cool air and anticipatory thrill.
 
Holding the cups in place for a teasing moment, Anjali locked gazes with Neetu and Rohan, then with a wink, she released her hold entirely.
 
The bra slid languidly down her arms to drop forgotten onto the bedding, her naked breasts bouncing free in magnificent display, pert globes with perfect upturn, areolas puckering enticingly as she arched her back proudly.
 
Neetu gasped softly in admiration, her own magnificent breasts heaving as she reached out instinctively to trace a light finger along her under curve.
 
"They're beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine awe. "So natural and perfect."
 
Rohan praised the beauty with reverent eyes. He can tell, it is maybe one or two dares away for Neetu to remove her bra.
 
Looking the way she praised Anjali’s breasts, he is certain that she is going to remove her bra.
 
They are entering into a point of no return.