Mary stepped into the softly lit bedroom, her pink saree rustling as she carried the glass of milk, her cheeks flushed from receiving blessings at Don's parents' feet. Don waited by the bed, his eyes warm with anticipation. "Baby, you look like a dream in that saree," he said, taking the glass from her trembling hands. "Chetta, this feels so new, but right," she replied shyly, her strong gaze meeting his before dropping as she sat beside him. They sipped the milk together and began talking slowly about their shared values—how family meant everything, their dreams of children raised with love and tradition, and the life they would build as partners in this love marriage. Don gently took her hand, asking permission with his eyes before touching her shoulders, his fingers tracing the edge of her jewelry. "May I, Baby?" he whispered. "Yes, Chetta... slowly," she answered, closing her eyes as her body leaned into his touch despite her shyness. One by one, he removed her earrings, necklace, and bangles, complimenting each part of her—her graceful neck, the curve of her midriff—while kissing her forehead continuously. Her expressions shifted, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting in quiet desire, body tensing with hidden want as she tried to hide her face in his chest. He massaged her forehead, face, lips, neck, and shoulders, then her midriff, pinching her navel lightly before tracing her blouse, making her breath hitch. Moving lower, his hands glided over her thighs through the saree to her soft anklets and fingers, praising every inch until arousal built in both, her pussy growing wet and dripping with need. Reluctantly agreeing, she lay back as he removed the pink saree, then the blouse and bra, sucking and kissing her breasts and nipples while she moaned softly, her strong hands pulling him closer. The petticoat and underwear followed, his fingers exploring her wet pussy as she gave him a handjob, her shyness evident in closed eyes and flushed expressions, yet her body arching hungrily. She took his hard cock for a blowjob, her tongue teasing until he was panting, then he entered her, their penetrative sex building to him cumming deep in her vagina as they both came, sweating and horny. In the aftermath, both lay naked and drenched in sweat, Don pulling her to his chest for a forehead kiss while she kissed his lips, their bodies tired and panting as they dozed off. But as her fingers traced his skin in sleep, the night whispered of deeper explorations yet to come.
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