Glass Taj Mahal

When she bent over the table to place the bowl of sweet dish, the half portion of her milky round breasts was in front of my eyes. I could not remove my eyes from the sight. I was losing my senses, almost hypnotized. They were so full and round, so beautiful and soft round globes of delight. I wanted to hold her in my arms and put my lips on her burning red beautiful lips. I bent a little forward, but before my lips could touch her lips, she extended her right hand and pushed me back as hard as she could. I was almost stunned and shocked. I lost my control over my body and I fell backward, crashing on the glass Taj Mahal that was placed on the stool near the sofa. It swayed and shattered on the floor. Although there was a thick rug on the floor, the fragile glass of the artifact changed into hundreds of pieces. Glass Taj Mahal Copyright Chapter One: Proximity Chapter Two: My Guilt Chapter Three: Divine Moments Come Back Chapter Four: Glass Taj Mahal Returned