Sucking her tits in middle of the function and sneaking out of the house to resort and fucking senselessly

The house was a chaotic symphony of overlapping conversations, clattering cutlery, and the sharp, high-pitched laughter of distant aunts. The air in the living room was thick, heavy with the scent of frying ghee, incense, and too many bodies pressed together. Aru stood near the balcony doors, fanning herself with a delicate napkin, though the cool draft did nothing to lower the temperature flushing her skin. The silk of her red blouse felt abrasive, the fabric stretched tight across her chest, rubbing against the hypersensitive skin of her breasts in a way that was equal parts agony and teasing pleasure.