The evening had softened into a quiet, intimate moment between Kiara and Bose. After the wedding, the excitement had gradually faded, leaving only the warmth of their shared space. Kiara moved across the room, still in her beautiful red saree, the fabric flowing gracefully as she twirled just a little in the light.
Bose watched her, his heart swelling with affection. "You're more beautiful than I could ever put into words," he said, his voice warm, but with a playful edge. Kiara smiled at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.
She walked over to him, her hands moving to the edge of her saree. "You spoil me with your compliments, Bose," she teased, the playful tone in her voice matching the one in his.
Bose, grinning, gently reached out to help her, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her saree. "I can't help it," he murmured, slowly and carefully pulling the saree free, the weight of the fabric lifting. "I just love seeing you like this."
Kiara laughed softly, spinning around just a little, the loose fabric swirling around her legs. "You've already seen me like this a thousand times today, and yet you act like it's the first."
Bose smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Every time feels like the first," he replied, his voice full of affection. "You'll always be the most stunning woman in the room, Kiara."
As she turned, the saree fully unfurled from her body, revealing the delicate curves of her waist and the playful way the fabric draped around her. Her T-shaped navel, exposed and soft, caught his gaze for a moment, a reminder of just how much he adored every inch of her.
"You really are impossible," Kiara said with a laugh, her hand moving to cover her belly. But there was no real protest in her voice, only the affection that grew between them with each teasing word and gentle touch.
Bose's grin only deepened. "I know," he said softly, stepping closer, his hands still lightly touching the fabric that now lay at her feet. He reached up to brush a lock of hair from her face. "But I love making you laugh. And I love making you feel beautiful."
Kiara's smile softened, her eyes reflecting the deep connection they shared. She stepped closer to him, the playful energy fading into something more tender. "You do, Bose," she whispered. "You make me feel cherished. And I love you for it."
Bose leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'll spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
Kiara closed her eyes, leaning into him as they embraced, the softness of the moment settling around them.
Bose threw her saree across the room. She was in a skirt and blouse. Bose kissed down her back. He pulled the blouse string with his lips. He grabbed her blouse and threw it across the room. Her large busty boobs dangled infront of him. He monsterously began licking both her wide brown nipples. He kissed them. "Mwah mwah mwah sexy mwah nipples mwah," he slobbered his saliva on her boobs. "Uhh uhh," she moaned biting her lips with her eyes closed. She watched each nipple disappear into his mouth. He kissed her down to her navel. He pulled off her skirt. He admired her naked. He began kissing her flower. He drank the juice from her wet flower. He ate her flower. Then he inserted her tool into her. She moaned as his tool filled her flower up. "Uhh uh uhh uhh uhh uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnm," she moaned.
He thrusted into her rhythmically. He released his seeds into her. "Ahhh," he sighed in relief. He fell asleep on her big round bouncey pillow like tits. She caressed his bald head to sleep. His nose deep in her cleavage.
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