My name is Sunil, and this is a story from my college days when I was 19, studying in 12th standard, commerce group. I was a decent-looking guy, 5 feet 10 inches tall, fair, and fit from playing sports. This was my first affair, and that too with my tution teacher, smita. Smita gaur, 25 years old, married, but with no kids despite four years of marriage.

She was stunning—milky white skin, delicate face, and a body that could make anyone’s heart race. Her boobs were medium but perfectly shaped, always popping out in her sarees. Her slim waist and the way she tied her saree below her navel drove everyone crazy. And that deep navel which she always flaunts is a love hole.