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Shivangi almost laughed and began struggling in his arms, “Saahil… let me go… mmhhh… chhodo mujhe…”

“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.

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.