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Anjali Varadharajan, the old actress, had worked with the TV serial director before, and they had a mutual attraction. But she had never given in to his advances.

Until now.

Anjali found herself in the director’s hotel room, dressed in a traditional saree, feeling both nervous and excited. The director, a man in his late 30s, had always been a professional, but there was an undeniable chemistry between them.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the director moved towards Anjali, his eyes filled with desire. He reached out and gently touched her saree, running his fingers over the fabric. Anjali felt a shiver run down her spine as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.

“You look beautiful,” the director said, his voice low and husky.

Anjali smiled, feeling her cheeks flush. She had always been self-conscious about her age, but the director made her feel desired and attractive.

Without warning, the director reached out and grabbed the end of Anjali’s saree, pulling it off in one swift motion. Anjali gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there in nothing but her blouse and petticoat.

The director’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour. He reached out and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. Anjali felt a surge of pleasure as he tweaked her nipples, her body responding to his touch.

“Take off your blouse and bra,” the director commanded, his voice firm.

Anjali hesitated for a moment, but the desire in the director’s eyes made her comply. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lacy bra.

The director’s eyes widened as he saw her breasts, his face filled with disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” Anjali asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Your boobs are sagging,” the director said, his voice filled with disgust. “I thought you were a real actress, but you’re just a fake.”

Anjali felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had always been self-conscious about her body, and the director’s words cut deep.

But then something inside her snapped. She was tired of being ashamed of her body, tired of being objectified and judged.

“Fuck you,” Anjali said, her voice filled with anger. “I may not have perfect tits, but I’m still a damn good actress.”

The director’s face fell, and Anjali could see the regret in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with remorse. “I didn’t mean it.”

But Anjali was already stripping off her bra, revealing her loose, hanging breasts.

“I don’t care,” she said, her voice filled with defiance. “I’m proud of my body, and I’m not going to let you shame me for it.”

The director watched in awe as Anjali stood there, her breasts on full display. He reached out and touched them, feeling the weight and softness of them in his hands.

“You’re right,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “You are a damn good actress, and your body is beautiful.”

Anjali smiled, feeling a sense of liberation wash over her. She had stood up for herself, and she had won.

“Now, let’s make a real movie,” the director said, his eyes filled with desire.

Anjali nodded, feeling her body respond to the director’s touch. She was ready to give herself to him, to let him explore every inch of her body.

The director led Anjali to the bed, his hands roaming over her body as they went. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.

Anjali felt a surge of pleasure as the director’s lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as they kissed.

The director’s hands were all over her body, touching and caressing every curve and contour. Anjali felt herself growing wetter and wetter as he explored her, her body responding to his touch.

The director’s fingers found their way to her pussy, and he began to stroke her clit. Anjali moaned, her body writhing in pleasure as the director brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Just as she was about to cum, the director pulled his fingers away, leaving Anjali wanting more.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice filled with desire. “I want to make this last.”

Anjali nodded, her body trembling with pleasure. She was ready for whatever the director had in store for her.

The director spread Anjali’s legs wide, exposing her pussy to his gaze. He leaned down and began to lick and suck her clit, his tongue driving her wild with pleasure.

Anjali moaned, her body writhing in pleasure