Priyanka Mohan Navel Play

navel played in Kitchen

 she rarely had time to cook for herself, and so she employed a full-time cook, a quiet and unassuming man named Siva.

One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Priyanka found herself famished. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Siva hard at work, preparing her dinner. The aroma of spices and flavors filled the air, and her stomach rumbled in anticipation.Siva, noticing her hunger, served her a plate of delicious food, steaming hot and fragrant. Priyanka took a bite, and her taste buds were sent into overdrive. The food was incredible, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure with each mouthful.As she finished her meal, she looked up at Siva and said, 'You know, you really are an amazing cook. I want to thank you for all the hard work you put into making these meals for me.'Siva, touched by her words, smiled and said, 'It is my pleasure, madam. I love to cook, and I am happy to see you enjoying my food.'Priyanka, feeling grateful and affectionate, wanted to do something special for Siva. She thought for a moment, and then she had an idea. She stood up from her chair, walked over to Siva, and said, 'I want to give you a gift. Something that I think you will enjoy.'She reached out and gently touched his hand, and then she guided it to her navel. 'Play with my navel,' she whispered, 'and I will give you a night you will never forget.'

Siva strolled to the refrigerator, the cool interior offering temporary relief from the oppressive heat. Inside, a treasure trove of vegetables awaited their fates. With purpose, he selected a carrot, its vibrant orange color standing out against the sterile white interior. He ran his fingers along its length, feeling its firm texture, knowing it would provide a unique sensation for Priyanka.

With the carrot in hand, Siva approached Priyanka, his movements deliberate. He gazed at her navel, his breath quickening as he anticipated the sensations to come. Gently, he brushed the carrot against her belly, watching the indentation it created, before slowly beginning to insert it into her navel. The carrot disappeared inch by inch, its journey downward marked by Priyanka's quick intakes of breath.

As the carrot reached its deepest point, Siva twisted it gently, feeling the resistance of her navel against the thin layer of skin. Juices from the carrot trickled down, mingling with the sweat on Priyanka's body, creating a cocktail of nature's nectar.

Next, Siva turned to the crisper, where cucumbers lay waiting. He selected one, its cool, waxy surface a contrast to the warmth of Priyanka's skin. Holding it gently, he traced its contour, imagining the path it would take. Guiding it towards her navel, he watched as the cucumber's smooth, curved body slid effortlessly into Priyanka's indented belly button.