cute saree bhabhi gets naughty with her devar for rough and hard anal sex after ice massage on back

Title: **The Candlelit Reveal**

*Setting: A dimly lit bedroom, decorated in the style of Erstwhile India. The faint aroma of incense lingers in the air.*

*Schevini duski, an Indian term meaning “behind the curtain”, was the perfect place for Manju, a gorgeous, voluptuous housewife to make her daring move.*

*Manju pulled back the curtain, revealing a tantalizing view to her unsuspecting husband’s younger brother, Virat, who was sweating profusely amidst the mid-day heat. He lay flat on his stomach, having fallen into a deep slumber after an early morning alcohol binge with relatives.*

*Manju’s luscious figure was barely concealed beneath a sheer silk saree that hugged her curves like a lover’s embrace. The fabric fluttered with each graceful step she took towards Virat, her lustful intentions evident in her amused smile and the playful sway of her hips.*

*As if sensing her presence, Virat began to stir from his drunken slumber. Manju placed her delicate hand upon his broad, muscular back and began to massage his skin with the cool, smooth glacier-like touch of ice cube. She traced the outline of his spine, feeling his muscles tense and relax beneath her fingertips.*

*Virat groaned in appreciation, yet he remained blissfully unaware of his seductive Sanskrit teacher turned step-sister-in-law. “Mmm… bhabhi, Your magic fingers feel as if they are melting my core,” he murmured, inadvertently revealing his excitement over her touch.*

*Manju let out a soft chuckle as she continued to dance her fingers along his back, her touch now more playful and sensual. With each circular motion, she could feel Virat’s breathing becoming ragged and uneven, evidence of his growing arousal.*

*Emboldened by his reaction, Manju allowed her saree to slip off her shoulders, pooling on the floor at her feet in a silken puddle. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Virat’s waist, her naked form pressing against his now fully aroused state.*

*Feeling the warmth of her skin against his, Virat flipped over, his drunken state?? now long forgotten, replaced by a raging lust for his tempting bhabhi. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, their bare flesh now intertwined in a dance of passion and desire.*

*Panting heavily, Manju leaned down, pressing her lips against Virat’s neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses along his jawline. She nipped at his earlobe, whispering, “I have always wanted you, Virat. I cannot resist you any longer.”*

*Virat growled, flipping them over, his large frame now hovering over Manju’s smaller one. “Then I shall take you,” he declared, his voice husky with need. “I will claim you as my own.”*

*With a swift move, Virat positioned himself between Manju’s parted thighs, his hard, throbbing member teasing her wet entrance. Manju arched her back, desperately seeking to feel his full length inside her. But Virat, ever the tease, pulled away, denying them both the pleasure they so desperately craved.*

*Hissing in frustration, Manju glanced down at Virat’s straining erection and a wicked idea took hold. She pushed him back onto the bed and positioned herself on top of him once more. This time, she took his throbbing member into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, drawing out a deep, guttural moan from Virat’s lips.*

*Determined to taste his essence, she began to bob her head up and down his length, her lips sealing around him as she sucked hard. Virat writhed beneath her ministrations, his hands fisting her hair, holding her in place as he pistoned his hips forward, fucking her mouth with increasing fervor.*

*Just as Valayaradhvajaanga freed himself in Manju’s mouth, he pulled her up, flipping them over once again. With a swift movement, he positioned himself at her entrance and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her wet heat.*

*Manju cried out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around his thick, hard length. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he began to pump in and out of her with furious abandon.*

*The room filled with their lovemaking sounds – the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet suction of their bodies joining, and their moans and cries of pleasure. Manju threw her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as Virat hit a particularly delicious spot deep inside her.*

*Feeling her walls beginning to flutter around him, Virat doubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster, driving them both towards the brink of climax. His hand snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding her sensitive nub, and rubbing in time with his thrusts.*

*Manju’s hips bucked wildly, their combined stimulation sending her hurtling over the edge into a shattering orgasm. Her walls clamped down around Virat’s throbbing shaft, milking him for all he was worth.*

*With a shout of triumph, Virat followed her over, spilling his hot seed deep inside her welcoming depths. He collapsed on top of her, both spent and sated, their hearts hammering in tandem.*

*As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Manju turned to Virat, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Now, tell me, dear Devdoot, have you ever experienced anything quite like that before?”*

*Virat grinned back, pulling her closer and nuzzling her neck. “Never, bhabhi, never. But I have a feeling we are going to have many more of these ‘ice massages’ in the future”.*

*And with that, they sealed their pact with a passionate kiss, ready to begin a wild and naughty adventure together.*