"Mmmmmmmmm-Mmmmmmmmm," Priyank let out a soft moan.
There he was, no saint with no inhibitions, just consumed by his s****l desires. His eyes were fixated on her breasts, watching them rise and fall, igniting a longing within him.
"Angel, what's your size?" Priyank inquired.
Priya, who had been crying, was taken aback by his question. "What size?" she asked, her voice breaking from the intensity of her tears.
"Your breast size," Priyank clarified.
Priya's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be so shameless as to ask such a question? "My breast size?" she repeated, shocked.
"Don't you even know your own size?,”Priyank smirked.
Priya, embarrassed and emotional, struggled to respond. "I know I have breasts, but why do you want to know the size?" she managed to say through her tears
