In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lived. She was a brunette with the most perfect body, her curves accentuated by the traditional Indian clothing she wore. But what truly set her apart were her perfect breasts, firm and round, a sight to behold.
Priya was a woman of confidence and allure, drawing the attention of every man she passed. But she had her eyes set on one man, Ravi, a successful businessman who had recently moved to the city.
One evening, Priya found herself alone with Ravi in his office. She wore a saree, the fabric clinging to her curves as she moved. She knew he couldn’t resist her.
