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“I cannot wait anymore”, she breathed as her legs wrapped around mine such that our...

Her fingers furrowed through my long wavy hair, gently nudging my face between her large bosom.

My lips around her bush.. my tongue tickling and arousing her.

My hands raised slowly as I cupped her face, she bent her face and her cheeks into the cup of my palm.

She wore the simplest white kurta, with self design. Her low cut neckline exposed her bulging breasts and the extremely deep cleavage I wanted to run my tongue on.

Her right hand slid between her thighs, feeling her fingers run through her thick black bush, making their way between her soft mounds.

I enjoyed myself, her ravenous body against my body, as I let her have her way with me. If she enjoyed dominating me, who was I to refuse?