straight

Her breasts concealed beneath her tight kurta, firm and shapely, he wondered how they would feel in his palm, in his mouth as his tongue...

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..

Radhika’s ears were beginning to drum to the beat at which Pramod was playing her secretly.

Radhika covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and muffled her moan.

Thirstily, Pramod darted his tongue out first, licking her labia, making Radhika’s fists curl at the back of his head.

On the days her husband was out of town, and Pramod was around, Radhika chose not to wear her panty.

With his right hand, Pramod took the glass of water and placed it down. His left hand snaked around her hidden waist, squeezing it lightly.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Her lips trailed their way to his neck, causing his hands to roam all over her...