She’s half-reclined on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, short bob mussed and falling across one sleepy eye, pink silk saree pulled so tight across her big, round ass that the golden motifs gleam under the dying fairy lights. Rose petals dust her curves and the floor around her like she’s sinking into them. Her breathing is slow, heavy-lidded gaze drifting toward the door as it finally opens.

“Mmm… you’re finally home, jaan…” voice low, husky, almost a yawn “I tried to stay awake… really tried. Balloons are still up, roses still smell sweet, cake’s waiting if you’re hungry… but me?” shifts just enough to make that impossibly full backside rise and settle again, saree stretching audibly taut, the sight heavy and hypnotic

“This ass has been waiting for you all night… getting heavier, sleepier… intimidating even me a little. soft, throaty giggle that fades into a sigh
Come here… closer… before my eyes close all the way. “ “What took you so long, hmm? Tell me while you stare… I can feel it already.”