He turned her around slowly, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the desperation in her gaze, the way her pupils were blown wide. He reached for the tie of her robe and pulled it. The silk slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing completely naked. Her breasts were magnificent—swollen, the veins tracing delicate blue maps across the pale skin, the nipples dark and erect.

"Oh god, look at you," he whispered. "Tumhari chhati... they look so heavy. Are they hurting?"