Neelam adjusted her silk saree as she stepped into the sleek office lobby, the fabric clinging to her 36D curves and swaying over her 40-inch hips with every confident stride. At twenty-six, the married elder sister carried herself with cultured poise, her bangles chiming softly. She had come to meet her younger brother Raj's boss after Raj begged her to smooth over a work issue. Jacky, the sharp-eyed CEO, greeted her with a smirk that promised trouble. 'Neelam didi, Raj never mentioned how stunning you are. That saree is doing dangerous things to my focus.' She laughed, sharp and witty. 'Flattery won't fix Raj's mistakes, Jacky. Let's talk business before you waste my time.' They moved to his private office, tension crackling as he poured drinks and leaned close. 'Business can wait. Tell me, does your husband appreciate that body the way it deserves?' Neelam arched a brow, her voice laced with challenge. 'My husband knows I'm no one's plaything. But you seem bold enough to try.' Jacky chuckled, stepping nearer, his hand brushing her waist. 'Bold is my middle name. And you, Neelam, look like a woman who secretly craves a man who matches her fire.' The air thickened with desire. She felt a familiar heat building between her thighs, her pussy growing wet as his fingers traced the edge of her saree. 'Witty words, but can you back them up?' she teased, her breath quickening. Jacky pulled her close, lips brushing her ear. 'Let me show you.' Clothes fell away in a rush of fabric. Neelam stood proud, her full breasts heaving, nipples hard. Jacky dropped to his knees, tongue exploring her dripping pussy as she moaned, 'That's it, make me wetter.' She gripped his hair, guiding him, strong and unyielding. Soon she was on the desk, legs spread, his hard cock thrusting deep into her. 'Fuck, your pussy is tight and perfect,' he panted, sweating as he pounded. Neelam met every thrust, witty retorts spilling out between gasps. 'Harder, Jacky—show me why they call you boss.' He flipped her, taking her ass from behind while she stroked her clit, both of them panting and horny. She came first, crying out as waves hit, then took his cock in her mouth for a sloppy blowjob, tasting her own juices. Jacky came hard, cum spilling across her tongue and breasts. They collapsed, bodies glistening. Neelam smiled, already plotting her next move. 'This changes everything, but Raj must never know—yet.' Jacky grinned. 'Office whore suits you, Neelam didi. Round two tomorrow?' She straightened her saree, eyes sparkling with promise. The door clicked shut behind her, but the real games were only beginning.
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