The next evening, the sky over Jaipur turned deep orange before becoming dark. Arjun waited eagerly on the rooftop. The Hawa Mahal glowed beautifully with lights, and the sweet smell of jasmine flowers was everywhere. His dick had been half-hard the whole day thinking about Meera’s big juicy boobs and her dirty whispers from last night.

Meera came up the stairs wearing a deep green backless choli and a matching saree. The choli was very tight and low-cut. She had not worn any bra today. Her big heavy boobs moved freely under the thin fabric. Her hard nipples made clear points on the cloth. The pallu was draped loosely, ready to slip at any moment. Fresh jasmine flowers decorated her hair, making the air even sweeter.