Her cleavage was impossible to ignore, and my jaw clenched the whole night as my pants got tighter every time she leaned in and touched my arm.“You know, Vinit,” she said after the third glass of wine, “you’re dangerously easy to talk to.”I smiled. Desiporn Don’t fuck it up.”The second date was at her home.Her place was elegant, classy, with candles, wine, and soft music. She had a figure that made my mouth go dry: curvy hips, a thick, round ass, and full 36DD breasts that moved under her silk blouses in slow, hypnotic waves. Every day, she walked in with that commanding air – sarees that hugged her body like they were made just for her, blouses with necklines low enough to make a man forget his name.




















