The night was hot and steamy as Rajiv watched his curvy Indian wife, Meera, dance gracefully in her traditional saree. Her lush curves swayed with each movement, driving him wild with desire. Suddenly, Meera's younger brother, Devarji, entered the room, his eyes lingering on Meera's ample bosom.
Feeling a surge of excitement, Rajiv whispered to Devarji, Why don't you give Meera a massage? I'm sure she would appreciate it.
Devarji eagerly obliged, his hands kneading Meera's soft skin as she moaned with pleasure. As his touch lingered on her chest, Meera gasped as she felt a wave of desire rush through her body.
The room filled with the sound of their labored breaths as Devarji's hands explored every inch of Meera's body, focusing on her swollen breasts. Meera arched her back, offering herself completely to Devarji's touch.
In that moment, Meera let go of all inhibitions, surrendering herself to the primal pleasure of Devarji's skillful hands on her hiba bukhari boobs.
