The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the small village. Inside one of the modest clay dwellings, Leela busied herself preparing dinner while her husband Vishal worked in the fields. At 30, Leela was still a stunning beauty, her voluptuous figure accentuated by the tight choli blouse hugging her ample bosom. The red saree swirled around her thick, curvy thighs and wide hips as she moved about the kitchen with sensual grace.
Leela heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she found herself face to face with her husband’s younger brother Rohan – or Devar ji as she fondly called him. The 25-year-old was handsome and muscular, his chiseled body evident beneath his simple tunic and shorts. Leela smiled warmly, welcoming him inside.
“Jiju, you’re back early! Have you eaten?” Leela inquired solicitously, ushering Rohan to a chair.
Rohan shook his head. “No didi, not yet. Vishal said I could join you for dinner if I wished.”
“Of course, please stay! I’m making your favorite biryani,” Leela gushed, her plump cheeks blossoming with a sweet smile. She flitted about, fetching a glass of cold beverage for her guest.
As Rohan sipped his drink, his eyes couldn’t help but rove over Leela’s mouthwatering figure, hardly concealed by the thin fabrics. The choli seemed too small for her massive breasts, the top threatening to burst free any moment. He swallowed hard, shamefully wondering what those big tits would feel like in his hands, those kissable lips wrapped around his cock…
Leela noticed Rohan’s lingering gaze and felt a thrill run through her. It had been so long since a man looked at her with such raw desire! Even her own husband barely touched her these days. An idea took root in her fertile mind.
“Jiju, can I ask a favor?” Leela simpered, leaning over to refill his glass. The motion made her hefty boobs strain against the flimsy top, deep cleavage on show. “I’ve been feeling so lonely with Vishal gone all day. Would you mind terribly rubbing some oil on my back? It’s been aching dreadfully.”
Rohan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded shortly, not trusting himself to speak. Leela took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Her pulse raced as she began slowly untying her saree, letting the fabric slither off her wide hips and thick thighs. Clad only in her scandalously small choli, Leela turned and bent at the waist, presenting her back to Rohan.
The flimsy blouse rode up to reveal the top curves of her huge ass. Rohan goggled at the obscene show of flesh, struggling not to cream in his shorts. Leela glanced coyly over her shoulder. “The oil is in the cupboard, jiju. Be a dear and fetch it for didi?”
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