In the humid glow of a traditional Tamil courtyard, Meera stood under the cascading water, her skin glistening like polished bronze. She sensed Raj's presence before he spoke. 'Spying on a woman’s bath, Raj? Bold for a man who claims to respect boundaries,' she teased, her voice sharp as a temple bell, turning to face him with unyielding confidence. Raj grinned, leaning against the pillar. 'Boundaries? With you dripping like that, Meera, they’re just suggestions. Your ass looks like it was carved for trouble.' She laughed, stepping closer, water trailing down her curves. 'Trouble? You have no idea how horny this bath makes me. Come here and prove you can handle a real woman.' Raj joined her under the stream, his hands roaming as their banter heated. 'Handle you? I’ll have you panting my name before the soap’s gone.' Meera pushed him back playfully, her fingers tracing his growing arousal. 'Big talk. Let’s see that cock get hard for me.' She dropped to her knees in the shallow pool, taking him in for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling with wicked precision. Raj groaned, sweating under the warm water as she worked him expertly. 'God, Meera, you’re dripping wet already—your pussy’s calling my name.' She rose, strong and commanding, guiding him against the wall. 'Then fuck it like you mean it. No holding back.' Their bodies slammed together, her ass grinding against him as he thrust deep, both panting and horny amid the splashing water. She rode him with fierce rhythm, her pussy clenching tight until Raj came hard, cum spilling as they collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied tangle.
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