The scent of sandalwood and incense fills the air as the devar, driven by primal urges, stands over his sleeping bhabhi. Her shaved pussy, a taboo temptation, beckons him. He strokes his hard cock, his eyes locked on her inviting form. With a shudder, he pushes his thick member against her wet, warm slit, feeling her softness envelop him. He begins to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his balls slapping against her ass, his hands gripping her ample hips, a silent prayer on his lips as he plays with her chut, losing himself in the forbidden pleasure.