Priya lay in the darkness of her small hostel room, the faint glow of city lights slipping through the curtains. Her nighty was already bunched up around her waist. One hand was squeezing her heavy breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple, while the other hand was between her thighs. Her fingers were soaked as they rubbed her swollen clit in slow, teasing circles.
She closed her eyes and let the fantasies take full control.
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