The grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers as Maya glided in, her tall frame commanding every eye. The deep emerald saree clung to her curves, the pallu draped low to reveal generous cleavage and the smooth expanse of her navel framed by the low waist. Hips swayed with each step, the fabric teasing glimpses of skin that sparked instant temptation. She spotted Raj by the bar, his gaze already locked on her. 'Enjoying the view?' she asked with a sharp smile, voice laced with wit. 'Only if it's mutual,' he replied, raising his glass. Their banter flowed easily, Maya matching his quips about the party's dullness while her eyes dared him closer. Tension built as she leaned in, the saree's silk brushing his arm, her scent intoxicating. 'You think you can handle this temptation?' she teased. Raj countered, 'Try me.' The dialogue sparked hotter, her laughter ringing as she described how the saree made her feel powerful, not objectified. Soon they slipped to a private lounge, the air thick with desire. Maya took the lead, pressing against him, her hands exploring boldly. 'Let's see if you're as hard as you claim,' she whispered, freeing his cock. It stood hard and ready; she stroked it firmly while he groaned. She shed the saree strategically, revealing her body, then guided him to her wet pussy. He entered her with thrusts that made her pant, sweat glistening on their skin. She rode him confidently, ass grinding, her pussy dripping as she came hard, milking his cock until he spilled cum inside her. Panting, they collapsed, horny for more. 'This is just the start,' Maya said with a knowing grin. The night promised deeper explorations across chapters yet to unfold.
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