Priya descended the marble staircase in a tight, cream-colored salwar-kameez that hugged every curve like a second skin. The deep neckline plunged daringly between her heavy breasts, the thin dupatta doing almost nothing to hide the deep cleavage. The salwar was slightly transparent, and the kameez clung to her round ass so perfectly that every sway made the fabric stretch obscenely.

She had chosen it deliberately after Vikram’s command. Her nipples were already hard, brushing against the soft fabric with every step, and her pussy was shamefully wet again.