Her hand, her saree, my first view after the party

AI generated image: I’m lying on the hotel bed, eyes locked on her — slim, radiant, in a white-trimmed saree, bridal makeup glowing under bright light. Her hand slides slow and sure up and down my length, nails polished, jewelry glinting, face serene, eyes meeting mine. The shallow depth of field blurs the room, focusing only on her touch and the curve of her saree’s nipslip. No rush, no rush — just her, me, and the rhythm of her fingers. She’s all grace, all heat, all mine.