She watched him from afar.
Her saree draped just so hinting at what lies beneath. A playful glance began the desire.
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Each movement unveiling her desires.
Her curvaceous form revealed.
The pleasure was intense.
A raw, deep desire consumed them.
Every thrust a symphony of moans.
She gave herself without reserve.
The release was powerful.
A moment of afterglow.
But the desire would return.
Her secrets were her own.
She carried the memory of pleasure.
Her inner wildness always tempting her.
The saree was just a disguise.
She knew how to captivate.
A goddess of temptation.
And he was her devoted lover.
