"Oh?" She dropped her pallu, baring the soft swell of her cleavage. "Then I suppose we shouldn't waste time."
She shifted in his lap, loosening the sling bag to free his bandaged hand.
Gently, she cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up to meet her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in, pressing him back against the chair as her lips claimed his in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled hungrily, saliva mixing in wet rhythm.
Her fingers flew down his shirt, popping buttons open.
Rohit's right hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the plush curve through the silk, tugging at the saree folds. She caught his wrist instantly. "Wait… you'll ruin it, honey."
Rising gracefully, she unwound the saree and let it pool crimson at her feet—revealing toned legs, thick thighs, and red lace panties already dark with arousal.
Now in just her blouse and panties, she turned slowly, showing the heart-shaped curve of her ass. "Like what you see… baby?" she purred.
