Hot Navel In Saree Novels & Stories

I went to washroom, took shower and changed into beautiful red saree. In nervousness I fidgeted with my saree pleats. How can I forget to tie a saree? Aaron Malhotra you're disturbing me with your thoughts. I said scolding his photo which is placed on the dressing table, in which he is looking lovely with bright smile. Your thoughts are dirty not him. My mind scolded me which I ignored. I got ready in this saree and waiting for my hot husband. After waiting for some more time he came and stopped in his tracks, watching his expression my breath hitched in my throat making me more nervous but I prep talked myself and made my way to him in a seductive manner and whispered in his ear.

Meher's p.o.v I am now getting ready for the party. I wore a black colour silk saree with small pearls on its border. I have to wear full sleeves and full collar blouse to hide the Hickeys of my whole body. Yesterday night was really something. Sehreyar and I made love. He pleasured me so much yesterday which I will never forget. He is too good at giving pleasures. For the first time, he made love with me gently without giving me any pain.

He said while touching my bare stomach and tease my navel with his thumb. He removed my saree pallu (drape) from my shoulder and kissed on my cleavage and he unhooked my blouse. He completely remove my saree from me and I was only left in my unhooked blouse and under skirt. He slide down my blouse form my shoulders slowly while kissing on the swollen mounds. Finally he removed my blouse and took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked it. I moaned his name and dig my nails on his back when my stomach churned in excitement. I clenched my both thighs together when I feel sensation and my core throbbed in attention. *****

🔞Mature content ahead🔞 In a snap he remove the pallu of my saree and encircled it around his fist. He tugged at it harshly making me roll out of the saree easily and now I was in my off shoulder blouse and skirt only. The pins securing my saree flied out for their dear life and he threw the saree in a corner. I stood there exposed to his hungry gaze.

Stella cheered when she saw Naitee walking out of her room in a plain and simple navy blue saree. " haha, " besides chuckling Naitee couldn't find the best way to get out of her nervousness. Indeed she's looking pretty and why won't when she's in her traditional clothes. " Btw, what's the occasion today? I remember it's not your birthday today " Stella questioned because she has seen Naitee wearing a Saree either on her birthday or at the festivals. However, she knows the occasion but playing her safe card because if Naitee got to know her partnership in all this then she will have her head for sure.

I dried off and slipped into the lacy black lingerie. The bra pushed my full breasts up, creating deep, inviting cleavage. I fastened the satin blouse, its deep neckline framing my chest beautifully. I wrapped the shapewear snugly around my waist, just below my navel, then carefully draped the black and red satin saree. The luxurious fabric clung to every curve of my hips, ass, and thighs, the pallu draped elegantly over my shoulder.

she took the bags and thanked her, she left the room at once. She opened the bags and found a black saree (traditional Indian clothing). She was left in awe for the beauty in front of her. It was so pretty as she also found the nude heels with it. Nude heels were always had been her taste. She was glad everything was as per her liking.

he declared, his gaze unwavering as it met mine. A slow smile played on my lips. It was true. That day, I had chosen to wear a saree and a matching blouse, a tribute to my admiration for the grace and allure of Indian women. The way the pallu, the loose end of the saree, cascaded and playfully slipped over my bosom was a sight that never failed to captivate anyone who beheld it. To amplify its charm, I had chosen a blouse that was sleeveless, daringly low-backed, and featured a deep, alluring neckline. It was a combination designed to mesmerise, and by the look in Roberts’s eyes, it was succeeding.

I stood there for a moment, watching her again and leaned down, brushed a kiss to her temple, before padding softly toward the en suite. The water was warm, cascading over my skin like a balm. I let it wash away the sleep, the lingering haze of dreams, the weight of emotions too deep to name. Fingers moving slowly over my belly, I whispered a quiet greeting to the life growing inside me. Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and moved back to the walk-in closet. I took my time dressing—there was no rush. My fingers moved automatically to the plum saree—deep and rich in color, its fabric dyed in swirling shades of magenta and charcoal black, like rose petals drifting in ink.

Anshika walks slowly, as she was wearing saree, and holding sleeping ansh in her arms carefully while I was holding vansh. I was moving behind her for a safety reasons, because if she loose balance or anything because of her saree so I could save her on time. Her red net saree was draped over her body so beautifully, showing off her sexy curves, her milky white waist and back. I was thinking how it feels to move fingers on her skin, how soft it was..... WHAT THE FUCK EVEN I WAS THINKING, uhhhhh...... Just by seeing her backless back and waist I feel my huge dude Become hard.... That's why I FUCKING HATE HER.... she everytime made me loose my sanity....