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S*X IN SAREE |18+

Lucfie
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He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off-And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations. It sounded like need. Like hunger. Like he was about to ruin me
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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE

-SOHINI-

"It's my birthday," I said, stepping into Vedant's room, "and I want you to fulfill my wish."

He didn't even look at me. He was hunched over his telescope, wiping it like it was some holy object. Not even a "happy birthday" when I'd brought him cake in the prettiest plate we had.

"I'll get you the whole Twisted series or whatever spicy book you're into," he mumbled, eyes still on the lens.

I rolled my eyes. He didn't get it. I didn't want a book. Or a gift. Or another boring wish. I wanted something only he could give me.

"I want you to make love to me," I said, barely above a whisper.

"Alright-" he started, not really listening. Then he froze.

He looked up at me slowly, brows furrowed. "What?"

"Have sex with me," I said, crossing my arms to stop them from trembling. My voice came out steadier than I felt.

He blinked. Then he laughed-soft, surprised, almost awkward. "You're a minor," he said, his tone half-scolding. "I'm not a pedo."

"I'm eighteen," I replied, stepping closer, my breath catching just slightly. "As of today."

He didn't say anything. Just stared at me like he wasn't sure if this was real.

I reached out, gently took the cloth from his hand, and placed it on the table. Then I stood on my toes and kissed him.

Soft, tentative. My first kiss.

His lips were warm. A little chapped. He didn't kiss back-not immediately-but he didn't pull away either.

My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.

"I don't want anything," I whispered, my lips still brushing his. "-but you."