My name is Priya. I turned 22 this year, and I live in a small apartment in Mumbai with my father, Rajesh. My father is 45, tall, muscular, and has a rugged charm that makes any woman’s pussy tingle with desire. His broad chest, strong arms, and the way his eyes gleam with lust always made me weak in the knees. I have a curvy body—my tits are full and round, my ass is juicy and bouncy, and my pussy is always dripping with horniness. My waist sways seductively when I walk, and I’ve always known the effect I have on men, including my own father.

It was my birthday last week, and I had planned a small celebration at home. My mother passed away years ago, so it’s just me and Dad. I wore a tight red dress that hugged my tits and ass, showing off my curves. The dress was short, barely covering my thighs, and my pussy was already wet with anticipation. I had noticed how my father looked at me lately—his eyes lingering on my tits and ass whenever I walked by. I knew he wanted me, and deep down, I wanted him too.