Sonia stood naked in the master bedroom of their new bungalow, the morning sun filtering through the tulsi plants in the courtyard, the faint scent of cardamom wafting from the kitchen where a small Ganesh idol gleamed in the puja room. Her 34DD breasts dripped warm milk, dark nipples taut, her pubic hair shaved into a sharp arrow pointing to her swollen, glistening clit. The “WHORE” collar shone around her throat, a brazen symbol of her defiance, while the crystal butt plug in her ass caught the light, its weight sending electric pulses of arousal through her core. Rohan, his eyes burning with lust, twisted the plug deeper, the faceted base glinting, her body trembling with need. “New dares,” he growled, his dhoti tented. “Wear just a camisole today—school, bazaar, temple fair. Let your plug and pussy show, milk leaking, fuck strangers, take their money, keep their cum.” Sonia’s cunt clenched, her clit throbbing, slick with desire. “Even at the school meeting?” she purred, straddling him, her pussy grinding against his thigh, milk soaking his kurta, the plug shifting inside. “Especially there,” Rohan rasped, licking a milk bead from her nipple, his tongue hot and possessive. “Be my shameless whore.”
Arjun and Nia burst in, giggling, “Mommy’s naked!” Nia pointed at the plug’s sparkling base, “Your shiny jewel’s so pretty!” Arjun tilted his head, “Still your special thing?” Sonia grinned, her heart racing with the thrill of their innocence. “My grown-up charm, kids,” she cooed, her voice thick with pride. Nia hugged her sticky waist, chirping, “You’re sparkly, Mommy!” Arjun nodded, darting to the backyard’s guava tree, their acceptance fueling her depravity like incense in a temple. Sonia slipped into a sheer black camisole, the fabric barely covering her ass, her milk-soaked breasts spilling out the sides, nipples peeking, her arrow-trimmed pussy and the plug’s glinting base fully exposed. Her clit pulsed, ready for the day’s dares and secret betrayals.
That morning, Sonia strutted into the school for a parent-teacher meeting, the air thick with chalk dust and the murmur of anxious parents. Her sheer camisole clung to her curves, milk dripping from her breasts, staining the fabric, her pussy and plug brazenly visible. Parents gawked, their kurtas and sarees a stark contrast to her near-nudity. A mother clutched her dupatta, whispering, “Disgraceful!” as Sonia took a seat, the plug pressing deeper, her clit throbbing. During the principal’s speech, Sonia’s bladder released, a warm stream of pee pooling on the chair, soaking her camisole, the scent sharp and unmistakable. Whispers erupted, a father muttering, “Shameless!” Sonia smirked, her pussy wet with their judgment, and spread her legs slightly, letting the pee drip to the floor, the plug glinking. The principal paused, eyes narrowing, but Sonia leaned forward, her milk-soaked breasts swaying, “Sorry, just a little spill,” her voice dripping with defiance. She stood, pee trickling down her thighs, and joined a group discussion, parents staring as she spoke about Arjun’s grades, her cum-soaked pride radiant.