In the lantern-lit corner of the crowded city garden, Priya’s slim waist gleamed beneath the sheer red saree that clung like a lover’s whisper. The pallu slipped just enough to hint at the curve of her breasts as she approached the stranger on the bench. “Lost again,” she said with a feigned innocent blink. “This park’s a maze. You look clever—care to guide a silly girl?”
He smirked, eyes tracing her. “Silly? That saree says otherwise. It’s practically begging for attention.”
Priya laughed, sharp and teasing. “Attention? Or perhaps it’s testing who’s bold enough to notice without staring like a schoolboy. Tell me, stranger, are you the type who talks or acts?” Her fingers toyed with the fabric, slowly letting the edge slide down her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her collarbone. Reluctance flickered in her voice, though her eyes sparkled with intent. “We really shouldn’t… people are nearby.”
Yet she stepped closer, the saree draping lower with each calculated shift. “Acting dumb gets me into the best trouble,” she murmured, voice low and witty. “Think you can handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants?” His breath hitched as her hand brushed his thigh, finding him already hard. “Mmm, someone’s eager. Let’s see that cock.”
She sank to her knees in the shadows, slow undressing continuing as the saree pooled at her hips. Her mouth found him, delivering a teasing blowjob that left him panting. “Horny little act of yours,” he groaned. She pulled back, smirking. “My pussy’s dripping wet for this. Don’t keep me waiting.” Rising, she turned, guiding his hands to her ass while the last of the silk fell away. He thrust into her slick heat, both sweating and gasping as the public risk heightened every sensation. She rode him with fierce control, strong thighs flexing, until she came hard, milking his cock until he spilled cum deep inside her, their bodies trembling in the night air.
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