thrilling

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.

Rishabh looked at Neeta with a naughty glint in his eyes.

Her legs tightened around his thighs...

Both of their contours kissed by an early morning blue hue, Rishabh lit little fires everywhere he touched her.

Neeta smiled slowly as she felt her nipples harden through her blouse at such memories.

Neeta’s fingers travelled down her navel, gently furrowing through her thick bush.

On a bed that was made until half an hour ago, it now looked like a battlefield of passion.

Pulling him to her, she met his lips with a hungry wet kiss.

He grazed her rock-hard nipples with the tip of his thumbs continually...

Rupa’s bangles clinked and clanked against each other as she buried her fingers into his hair, pulling his face close to hers.

My robe flew open, revealing the contour of my big bosom, every curve of it.

I slowly opened my lips, and kissed the tip.

(My brother-in-law has called me)

Her breasts concealed beneath her tight kurta, firm and shapely, he wondered how they would feel in his palm, in his mouth as his tongue...

Radhika’s ears were beginning to drum to the beat at which Pramod was playing her secretly.

Radhika covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and muffled her moan.

Thirstily, Pramod darted his tongue out first, licking her labia, making Radhika’s fists curl at the back of his head.