Lata and Ravi continued to exchange furtive glances throughout the day, each stolen look filled with unspoken tension and longing. Every time their eyes met, Lata felt her heart race, and she could sense Ravi's desire mirrored in his gaze.
Later that afternoon, as the crew dispersed for a break, Lata found herself walking alone in a quieter part of the ship. She turned a corner and nearly bumped into Ravi. The surprise in her eyes quickly turned into a smile, but she felt a rush of nerves.
"Hey," he said, his voice low and inviting.
"Hi," she replied, her heart pounding. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," he admitted, stepping closer. "Can we talk?"
Lata hesitated but nodded, feeling drawn to him despite the risks. He led her to a small storage room nearby, closing the door behind them. The air was thick with anticipation.
"Lata, I can't stop thinking about that kiss," Ravi said, his eyes searching hers. "It felt... real."
"It did," she agreed, feeling her cheeks warm. "But what does it mean?"
"It means I want more," he said, closing the distance between them. "I want to explore this-whatever it is between us."
Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his once more. This kiss was more urgent, filled with the emotions they had both been holding back. Lata melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Lata felt a whirlwind of emotions. "Ravi, this is complicated," she said, still feeling the warmth of his lips.
"I know," he replied, his voice husky. "But I can't deny how I feel about you. Can we just see where this goes?"
Lata bit her lip, torn between the thrill of their connection and the reality of their situation. "Okay," she whispered, her heart racing. "Let's see where this leads."
They kissed passionately.
He began kissing down her neck. This time she let him kiss down through her deep cleavage. He rubbed his nose in her cleavage. His lips drew circles down her cleavage line. He kissed her upper stomach. He kissed her T shaped sexy deep navel hole. She moaned in excitement. He kissed around her navel. He planted deep kiss into navel. He began twirling his tongue deep into her navel. He licked her navel up and down and side to side. Leaving her bacel filled with saliva. He spit in her navel. She moaned. Her soft sexy navel felt so good against his cheek. His beard tickled her belly, and she laughed. He kept kissing her belly nonstop. He kissed her curvaceous hip.
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