The morning light filtered softly through the carved wooden jalis of the Thakur’s haveli, painting warm golden stripes across the large four-poster bed. Sanya woke slowly, her body still heavy with the previous night’s tension. She was naked under the thin white sheet, her huge soft breasts spilled to the sides, nipples already stiff from the cool air. The sheet clung to the deep curve of her waist and the thick swell of her ass. She stretched, moaning softly under her breath.

“Umm… ahh…”