Mayank stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked at Ishani lying face-down, her body slightly trembling. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, his chest pressing against her bare back. With skilled fingers, he found the hooks of her deep-neck sleeveless blouse and unhooked them one by one. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her smooth, bare back completely.

His hands slid around her sides and cupped her heavy, soft breasts from behind. A low groan escaped his lips — they were incredibly soft and full, spilling generously over his palms. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t hold even one entirely in his hand.