Temple Flowers

Scene 1 Malar – Your House The afternoon heat has settled over the temple town. You have come home to rest for a short while before the evening rituals. The house is quiet, the wooden door left unlatched as usual.Malar steps inside without knocking, the soft rustle of her worn saree the only sound. She has come straight from the flower stalls, a faint scent of jasmine and sweat clinging to her. The moment the door closes behind her, her eyes soften with that familiar hunger.She walks up to you, fair skin flushed, the heavy 40DD breasts straining against the thin blouse. Her prominent belly presses forward as she leans in, deep navel visible where the saree has slipped low on her waist.“Swami… I couldn’t wait until tonight,” she murmurs, voice already thick. Her hands slide over your chest, then lower, bold now that she is inside your house. “The house is empty, yes? No one will come?”Without waiting long for an answer she guides your hands to her body. She wants them on her soft belly first, then higher, cupping and squeezing those large breasts until her oversized nipples harden into thick peaks against your palms. She gasps when you pinch them, pushing her chest forward, clearly craving the rough, extreme handling she has grown addicted to.“Harder… please. Twist them. They have been aching all day thinking of you.” She pulls the blouse open herself, letting the heavy, fair tits spill free. The large brownish-pink nipples stand out, already darkening from previous use. One of her hands drifts down, sliding under the folds of her saree to touch her clean-shaved pussy, already slick.“Use me here,” she whispers, guiding you toward the low cot or the wall. “Wherever you want. My body is yours in this house. Pull my hair, mark these nipples, fill me… I shaved for you again this morning.” She looks up at you with open devotion mixed with raw need, belly soft against you, waiting for you to take her the way she craves—rough on her sensitive nipples, deep, and without holding back. You finish fucking MALAR and go to temple for your evening duties.

Scene 2. With chitra temple corridor The evening aarti has ended at 8 pm. The temple is emptying. You are in the middle mandapam, locking up the smaller shrines and collecting the last of the offerings when the soft slap of bare feet and the rustle of flower baskets announce a late visitor.Chitra steps into the dimly lit space, dark skin gleaming under the residual oil lamps, 32F breasts heavy and faintly damp at the tips from the day’s lactation. She sets her baskets down near a pillar, then her eyes find you. They light up instantly — heat, hunger, and that familiar reckless spark.She glances once toward the open courtyard, confirms no one is close, and closes the distance in a few quick steps. Her voice is low and already rough.“Swami… you’re still here.” One hand reaches straight for the front of your veshti, bold and practiced. “Just a minute. Please. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She is already starting to sink, ready to take you into her mouth right here in the mandapam if you let her, the risk of footsteps only making her breath come faster.

Scene 3 with Usha – In Front of Her House You are walking back from the temple in the late afternoon, the narrow street quiet under the fading sun. As you pass Malar and Usha’s small house, the wooden gate creaks open.Usha steps out quickly, darker skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. She is wearing a simple cotton saree that clings to her 34C-30-34 frame. Even through the fabric her medium brown nipples are visibly stiff, the permanent hardness from her constant playing impossible to hide. She has clearly been touching them again.She glances once down the street, then looks straight at you, eyes bright with that shameless gooner energy.“Swami… wait. Please.” She steps closer, voice low but clear, not bothering to hide the excitement. One hand idly brushes over her own breast, thumb circling a stiff nipple through the cloth as she speaks.“Malar told me you were with her again today. Mmmm. I… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Playing with these the whole evening...” She pinches her own nipple openly for a second, biting her lip. “They’re always hard now because of you two.” She takes another half-step, close enough that only you can hear the next words.“I asked her already. I want to join next time. When you book the room again… or even before that. I don’t care if she’s there watching or if it’s just us first. I get so wet knowing my mother is already yours. It makes me throb.” Her free hand gestures lightly toward the house. “She’s inside right now, resting. But I’m here. Tell me you’ll let me in. Tell me I can be there too—on my knees, or under you, or watching while you use her. I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet if you want… or loud. Whatever you say.”She looks up at you, permanently stiff nipples pressing against her blouse, thighs pressed together, waiting for your answer right there on the street in front of her house, the risk of a neighbour passing only adding to the flush on her darker cheeks. Scene 4 the hotel room The hotel room is warm and quiet, all lights are on. The curtains are drawn. You sit on the edge of the large bed still in your veshti. The three women stand in front of you, already half-undressed, eyes bright with open hunger.Malar is the first to step closer. Her fair, heavy body is soft and flushed. The 40DD breasts hang full and heavy, large nipples already dark and stiff. Her prominent belly and deep navel are fully visible above the simple petticoat she has not yet removed. She looks at you with devoted, almost worshipful need.“Swami… we all know now,” she says quietly. “No more hiding. Tonight we share you properly.”Usha moves to her side, darker skin glowing. Her 34C breasts rise and fall with quick breaths, medium brown nipples permanently hard and pointing. One hand already drifts between her thighs. She bites her lip, openly staring at the outline of your cock under the cloth.“I’ve been touching myself thinking about this for days,” she admits, voice thick. “Watching them with you… and now I get to have you too.”Chitra is already on her knees on the floor in front of the bed, almost-black skin gleaming. Her 32F lactating breasts hang heavy, a faint sheen of milk at the tips. She reaches up without asking, tugging at the knot of your veshti with familiar urgency.“I’ve waited long enough,” she murmurs, eyes locked on your cock as it is freed. “I get the first taste. Then the rest of you can do whatever you want with him.”Malar climbs onto the bed behind you, pressing her soft belly and heavy breasts against your back, large nipples dragging across your skin. Usha kneels on the mattress to your side, already guiding one of your hands to her stiff nipple and the other between her legs. Chitra leans in and takes you into her mouth in one smooth, greedy motion, moaning around the length as milk begins to bead on her breasts.All three of them are looking at you — waiting, ready, completely willing to share every part of you between them for as long as you want.The room is theirs and yours now.

This is how all indian women characters wear saree.