The black Rolls Royce glided to a silent stop on the private tarmac at the small but exclusive airstrip near the Chauhan haveli . The morning sun was already bright and hot, casting long shadows from the sleek Gulfstream G650 waiting on the runway. Priya stepped out of the car wearing the simple white salwar kameez Ranjeet had chosen for her modest enough to appear respectable to the outside world, yet completely without a bra underneath. The soft cotton kurti clung to her massive breasts, the fabric thin enough that her thick, dark chocolate brown nipples were faintly outlined whenever she moved. The salwar hugged her hips and thighs, and every step made her swollen breasts jiggle slightly, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the cloth and sending little sparks of arousal through her body.
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