Their lips met with an urgency, the kiss deep and consuming, as if they both sought solace in each other's touch. Dama's hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, as Sutra responded with equal fervor. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable, as time seemed to stretch and bend in the intensity of the moment.
Dama's hands ventured lower to her large, and with a playful laugh, he gripped her firmly-his touch both teasing and possessive. He couldn't help but admire the fullness of her formed busty boobs, the curves that seemed to promise secrets in every inch. "You're incredible," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire. He measured her ass and boobs with his hands. Sutra's breath quickened, a mix of thrill and anticipation building within her. But then, she heard it-soft at first, but unmistakable.
The sound of King Kama's footsteps.
Her heart lurched, and in an instant, the intoxicating warmth of Dama's embrace turned to a sharp awareness. Panic flickered in her eyes, and she gently pushed him away. Without a word, she reached for the gold saree, unraveling it swiftly and hiding it under a nearby table. Dama opgled the great reveal of her ample bossoms and sexy ass.
"Go," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible. "You have to leave. Now."
Dama didn't hesitate. He knew the danger as well as she did. With one last lingering glance at her, he moved quickly, leaping over the palace wall and disappearing into the shadows of the night.
Just as he vanished, the door swung open, and King Kama entered, his gaze immediately locking onto Sutra. He stood in the doorway, his presence commanding and confident, as he took in the sight of her standing before him, sareeless, her figure draped only in the soft light of the moon.
"All ready for me?" he asked, his voice dripping with possessiveness, as he strode forward, arms wide.
Sutra stiffened, but her expression remained unreadable. She felt his eyes roaming over her, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as his gaze settled on her exposed form. Despite the uncertainty, she stood her ground, defiant in the face of his attention.
King Kama closed the distance between them in one swift motion, enveloping her in a tight, almost suffocating embrace. "You look... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and heavy, his lips brushing the top of her head.
Sutra could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and though she wanted to push him away, her mind raced with the consequences. She had played with fire, and now she was caught in the flames. But she held her composure, the mask of indifference settling over her features.
"I'm not ready," she said, her voice cold, even though her heart beat erratically in her chest.
King Kama chuckled softly, clearly not taking her resistance seriously. "You'll be ready when I say so," he replied, his voice thick with authority. "And right now, I say it's time."
He oogled her busty melons.
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