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Siya stood at the kitchen counter, the thin cotton of her nightdress clinging to her curves in the morning humidity. The fabric was almost translucent where it touched her skin, outlining the heavy swell of her breasts and the soft dip of her waist. She reached up to grab a mug from the top shelf, stretching until the hem rode high on her thighs, exposing the smooth curve of her ass. Behind her, Vijay paused in the doorway, his eyes tracing every inch of exposed flesh.