The rain poured down in sheets, drenching the vibrant Bollywood set as the camera zoomed in on the heroine’s voluptuous form. Her sari clung to her curves like a second skin, outlining every inch of her desirable body. She was the star of the show, her pussy the center of attention. The hero, a ruggedly handsome man with a sculpted physique, approached her with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. He gently pushed her against a wet tree, the fabric of her sari growing translucent as it stuck to her body. He pulled it aside, revealing her glistening, shaved mound, begging to be touched. The water from the rain mingled with her arousal, creating a deliciously erotic sight. He dipped his head, taking in her sweet scent, and kissed her there, his tongue tracing patterns that made her legs tremble. Her moans filled the air as he devoured her, the raindrops bouncing off their entwined bodies, adding to the symphony of their passion. Each stroke of his tongue sent a bolt of pleasure through her, making her wetter, wilder, and ready for the love scene to unfold.
