Then, one sweltering afternoon, the heat inside my shop felt like a thick blanket wrapped around me, making my skin sticky and my thin sari cling to every curve. I'd already serviced a few guys that morning—quick fucks over the counter, their cum still leaking out of my sore pussy as I wiped down the shelves.

The cash drawer filled with fresh rupees, and I could hear the distant chatter from the village road. Priya's shop across the way was dead as usual, her big tits no match for my willing holes. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself, the queen of this little colony, when the door creaked open and he walked in.
He was huge, towering over the doorway like a wall of muscle. Broad shoulders strained against a tight white shirt that showed off every ripple of his chest and abs. His arms were thick as tree trunks, veins bulging like ropes, and his pants... oh god, the bulge there was massive, straining the fabric like it was about to burst free.