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The Best Gift Ever
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The Best Gift Ever

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’The sway of her bare waist looked even better with the jingling of her kamarbandh. When she stood on her toes to stretch her back, her curves became more enhanced due to the saree that fit tightly against her ass. Rahman's fixated stare at her movements showed he was completely captivated with her intentional show. Then, with one intentional sway, the kamarbandh slipped and fell. At that moment, she finally raised the cutlery and glasses. “Found them!”’

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Pleasures of Holding Back
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Pleasures of Holding Back

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’She was left now with only her black sheer bra and petticoat on. She grabbed the towel off the hook on the wall. Standing in front of the mirror, she started drying herself up—her waist, her arms, her wet legs. She rubbed the towel across her collarbone and over her cleavage and through her long hair. The slow rubbing warmed her up a little, and she found herself admiring her mirror image. Her thin waist, her flat stomach, the 32DD breasts she had maintained so well over the years—not an hourglass figure, but undeniably feminine and attractive. She smiled a little at her own reflection.’

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Woman of the House
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Woman of the House

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Riya's breath caught, a flutter deep in her stomach. They all laughed, half-ashamed of themselves, but beneath the giggles something else beat harder: a longing for deep voices, steady hands, that wicked calm. Riya forced a smile, but inside, heat curled tighter. Unbidden thoughts came: Papa in the morning, shirt damp and clinging faintly to his chest, clean stubble, and the quiet strength of his arms. It felt wrong, but oh, so good.

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No More Deception
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No More Deception

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’Isha glanced down and laughed a little, which did not quite reach her eyes. “Oh, this? God, no. He wouldn't even hurt a fly.” She looked down the sleeve. “That is simply as a result of messing around. We are a bit intense.” She leaned forward and said, “We have experimented a bit. It is like a desi style of BDSM. It's all about trust, you know? And very addictive.” There was a certain glint in her eyes, as if she truly enjoyed what they were doing and that caught Riya’s attention.’

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