22-08-2026, 07:51 PM
Sathyavathi turned to us while we were still behind the tree.
“Adjust your sarees,” she said quietly.
“Make them look a little loose… a little inviting. We need their eyes on us from the first second.”
We did as she said. I loosened the pallu of my yellow saree slightly so that it dbangd lower across my chest. Malliga did the same with hers. Sathyavathi adjusted her own saree with deliberate care, letting the folds sit softer on her hips and breasts. The evening light was fading, but there was still enough to show the shape of our bodies clearly.
“Let’s go,” she said.
She stepped out from behind the tree first. Malliga and I followed a step behind her. We walked straight toward the ambulance where Muthu and Balu were still standing near the last of the cleared rocks.
The moment Sathyavathi called Muthu’s name, both men turned.
Their reaction was instant.
The front of Muthu’s black shorts tented hard as his eyes locked on Sathyavathi. Balu’s black shorts showed the same sudden, obvious bulge the second he saw Malliga. Both of them were already half-hard from the work and the heat, but the sight of us made them fully hard within seconds.
As they started walking toward us, they spoke to each other in low, greedy voices that still carried clearly in the quiet evening.
“Look at this…” Muthu muttered.
“God has sent them for us. Right before we leave.”
“Perfect timing,” Balu answered, his eyes fixed on Malliga.
“We can enjoy fucking them properly before we take the idol and go.”
Muthu’s face lit up with open hunger as he came closer.
“Sathya…” he said, almost grinning.
Balu’s eyes stayed fixed on Malliga, dark and greedy.
Both men reached us and pulled the women in at once. Muthu wrapped his thick arms around Sathyavathi’s waist and back, pulling her into a tight hug. Balu did the same with Malliga, pressing her hard against his shirtless chest. Sathyavathi and Malliga immediately raised their arms and wrapped them around the men’s necks, pulling them into a full, close embrace so that their bodies pressed tightly together. From a distance it looked willing, even eager.
Muthu’s hands slid lower on Sathyavathi’s back as he spoke, his voice rough with excitement.
“What are you bitches doing here in the middle of the forest?”
Sathyavathi kept her arms around his neck and answered in a soft, slightly frightened tone.
“Adjust your sarees,” she said quietly.
“Make them look a little loose… a little inviting. We need their eyes on us from the first second.”
We did as she said. I loosened the pallu of my yellow saree slightly so that it dbangd lower across my chest. Malliga did the same with hers. Sathyavathi adjusted her own saree with deliberate care, letting the folds sit softer on her hips and breasts. The evening light was fading, but there was still enough to show the shape of our bodies clearly.
“Let’s go,” she said.
She stepped out from behind the tree first. Malliga and I followed a step behind her. We walked straight toward the ambulance where Muthu and Balu were still standing near the last of the cleared rocks.
The moment Sathyavathi called Muthu’s name, both men turned.
Their reaction was instant.
The front of Muthu’s black shorts tented hard as his eyes locked on Sathyavathi. Balu’s black shorts showed the same sudden, obvious bulge the second he saw Malliga. Both of them were already half-hard from the work and the heat, but the sight of us made them fully hard within seconds.
As they started walking toward us, they spoke to each other in low, greedy voices that still carried clearly in the quiet evening.
“Look at this…” Muthu muttered.
“God has sent them for us. Right before we leave.”
“Perfect timing,” Balu answered, his eyes fixed on Malliga.
“We can enjoy fucking them properly before we take the idol and go.”
Muthu’s face lit up with open hunger as he came closer.
“Sathya…” he said, almost grinning.
Balu’s eyes stayed fixed on Malliga, dark and greedy.
Both men reached us and pulled the women in at once. Muthu wrapped his thick arms around Sathyavathi’s waist and back, pulling her into a tight hug. Balu did the same with Malliga, pressing her hard against his shirtless chest. Sathyavathi and Malliga immediately raised their arms and wrapped them around the men’s necks, pulling them into a full, close embrace so that their bodies pressed tightly together. From a distance it looked willing, even eager.
Muthu’s hands slid lower on Sathyavathi’s back as he spoke, his voice rough with excitement.
“What are you bitches doing here in the middle of the forest?”
Sathyavathi kept her arms around his neck and answered in a soft, slightly frightened tone.
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