The next morning, Priya woke to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, her body still humming from the night before.

She stretched languidly across the bed, the sheets clinging to her naked skin, a delicious soreness between her thighs reminding her of Rohan’s touch.

Her pussy pulsed at the memory—his thick dick stretching her, his rough hands claiming her, the way he’d made her scream.

She should’ve felt guilt, but instead, a thrill raced through her.

She wanted more.Downstairs, the house buzzed with its usual rhythm—servants clattering in the kitchen, the distant hum of the TV.

But all Priya could think about was him. Rohan. Her devar. Her secret.She slipped into a red silk nightgown that hugged her curves, the fabric teasing her sensitive nipples as it slid over her bare skin.

No bra, no panties—just the thin layer between her and the world. She wanted him to notice.

She needed him to.When she descended the stairs, Rohan was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, his sculpted abs glistening with a sheen of sweat from his morning workout.

His eyes locked onto her instantly, darkening with hunger as they traced the outline of her boobs, the way the silk clung to her hips.

“Morning, Bhabhi,” he drawled, his voice dripping with that same mischief that had undone her last night.“Morning,” she replied, her tone coy as she walked past him, deliberately swaying her ass.

She could feel his gaze burning into her, and it sent a fresh wave of wetness to her pussy.

She headed to the kitchen, knowing he’d follow. He always did.Sure enough, moments later, he was there, crowding her against the counter again.

“You’re playing with fire, dressing like that,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he pressed himself behind her.

His dick was already hard, straining through his shorts, nudging against her ass.

She bit her lip, fighting a moan.“Maybe I like the heat,” she teased, grinding back against him just enough to make him groan.

His hands slid up her thighs, bunching the nightgown around her waist, exposing her bare, dripping cunt. “Fuck, Bhabhi,” he hissed, his fingers brushing her slick folds. “No panties? You’re begging for it.”

“Maybe I am,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider, inviting him in. He didn’t waste time.

Two fingers plunged into her pussy, curling deep, while his thumb flicked her clit.

She gasped, gripping the counter as pleasure sparked through her.

“Rohan… oh God…”“Shh,” he warned, his free hand clamping over her mouth.

“Don’t want anyone hearing how much you love this, do we?”

His fingers fucked her faster, slick and relentless, and her knees buckled as her orgasm built.

Her tits bounced under the silk with every thrust of his hand, nipples aching to be touched.

She reached back, fumbling with his shorts until his cock sprang free, thick and veiny, pulsing in her grip. She stroked him in time with his fingers, loving the way he grunted, the way his hips jerked.

“You’re so hard,” she moaned against his palm, her voice muffled. “All for me?”“Always for you,” he growled, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his dick.

He entered her in one slow, deliberate thrust, letting her feel every inch as he filled her tight pussy.

She whimpered, the stretch exquisite, her walls clenching around him like they never wanted to let go.He fucked her right there, slow and deep, his hands sliding up to squeeze her boobs through the silk.

He pinched her nipples, tugging them until she cried out into his hand, her body trembling with need. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasped, his pace quickening.

“Getting fucked by your devar while everyone’s just outside?”“Yes,” she admitted, her voice breaking as the thrill of the forbidden pushed her closer to the edge. “I love it… I love your cock…”

Her words sent him into a frenzy, his thrusts turning wild, his balls slapping against her clit with every slam.Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy spasming around him, soaking his dick as she came.

She bit his hand to stifle her scream, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Rohan followed, groaning low as he buried himself deep, pumping her full of his hot cum until it trickled down her thighs.They stayed like that, panting, his cock softening inside her, until he finally pulled out.

He turned her around, kissing her fiercely, tasting the sweat on her lips. “You’re addictive, Bhabhi,” he said, his eyes gleaming with promise.

“This isn’t over.”She smiled, still dizzy from the high, her body alive with satisfaction. “Good,” she whispered, already craving the next time.