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Anjali grasped at the tile in front of her, wishing she could grab it and steady her aroused body for a moment.

Roshan laughed throatily as he snaked his arms behind her and unhooked her bra.

Anjali looked up at him through the stream, only to find Roshan’s gaze already on her.

His eyes travelled from her eyes, along her cheeks, her quivering lips..

Her right hand slid between her thighs, feeling her fingers run through her thick black bush, making their way between her soft mounds.