Navel trace 😋

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Bose couldn't help but be mesmerized by the soft curve of Kiara's waist, the way her saree shifted as she moved. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, like something out of a dream. As she laughed, shifting slightly on the bed, his fingers couldn't resist tracing the outline of her navel. He moved slowly, drawing gentle circles around it, his touch light and playful, teasing her.

Kiara's eyes widened as a soft giggle escaped her lips. "Bose, that tickles!" she said, her body wriggling slightly as she squirmed beneath his fingers.

"Sorry," he whispered teasingly, his voice low, his eyes full of mischief. "I can't help myself."

He circled her navel six times, his fingertips grazing the smooth soft skin in a way that had Kiara laughing uncontrollably, her body reacting with playful shifts and soft chuckles. Bose, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her joy, then moved his touch lower, tracing the soft curve of her left hip. He watched as she shivered in response, his touch light but sure.

Kiara looked up at him, a mix of surprise and delight in her eyes. "Stop! You're torturing me!" she laughed, even though there was no real protest in her voice.

But Bose, in a teasing mood, didn't stop. He traced his fingers along the curve of her right hip, then continued upwards, his hand moving gently across her upper belly. His touch was playful and mischievous, bringing out an endless stream of laughter from Kiara.

She squirmed under him, her laughter filling the room. "Bose, you're impossible," she gasped between giggles, her arms playfully trying to push his hand away. "You're gonna make me burst!"

Bose leaned down, his smile wide with affection. "I just can't help it," he said softly. "You're just too perfect."

Kiara, still laughing, finally caught his gaze. Her eyes sparkled with joy and affection, and without saying another word, she pulled him down toward her. "You spoil me," she said, her voice soft and full of love.

Bose chuckled and leaned in to kiss her forehead, a final playful touch. "I plan to spoil you every day," he whispered.

 "I plan to spoil you every day," he whispered

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