Arahan stepped into Sabiha's room and paused at the threshold, breath catching in his throat.
Sabiha stood near the bed, dressed in a school uniform, but not the simple village-style one. This was a city school outfit: a short pleated mini skirt in deep navy blue that barely reached mid-thigh, hugging the curve of her hips, and a crisp white half-shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.
The top two buttons were undone, revealing deep cleavage and the soft swell of her breasts, no bra beneath, so her dark nipples pressed visibly against the thin cotton, stiff and prominent. When she bent slightly to adjust something on the dresser, the skirt rode up, exposing the full roundness of her ass.
A thin strip of white panty ran between her cheeks, barely covering her pussy lips and the tight pucker of her asshole, more decorative than functional, the fabric already damp and clinging.
