As I sit here, reflecting on my past, I can't help but think about the time I seduced my sister-in-law, a real amateur in the art of love. It was a hot summer day and I could feel the heat radiating off her body as she walked by in her traditional Telugu saree. I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her soft skin against mine. And so, I made my move, slowly and sensually, until she was putty in my hands. Our passionate encounter was like something out of a
Savita Bhabhi film, filled with desire and longing. And as we lay there, spent and satisfied, she whispered her confession of love for me. It was a moment I will never forget, a forbidden love that was worth every risk.
