Pressing her boobs

Thu, 06 Aug 2026 15:26:23 +0000

The house had three bedrooms. He gave her the smallest, adjacent to the kitchen, with a narrow bed and a cupboard with a mirror. She gasped at the running water, at the fan that spun overhead without being coaxed. She did not notice the way he watched her bend to examine the tap, her sari riding up to reveal the mole on her hip, the curve of her ass straining against the thin fabric.