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My husband’s fingers. Under my saree. In our moving car. - an indian erotic short story

I stretch back.. I tilt the glass below my neck ever so lightly.. letting a couple of the white drops meet my valley and race down.. like they’re saying to you, “she’s talking, what are you waiting for?”

Arun, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

Rahul slid his tongue deeper into Sheela’s pussy, almost like he was thirsty for days, his nose digging deeper into her clit.

Priya’s nipples were still so puffy and sore. And every time she thought of the moment, she could literally feel herself get wet (iykyk).

Priya’s nipples were still so puffy and sore. And every time she thought of the moment, she could literally feel herself get wet (iykyk).

I loved the fact that we had begun our naughty weekend already!

Sid, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

An short erotic story... think of it as foreplay for later... indian erotic story “You definitely know how to make my dick large and hard.” Raj’s words hit me smack dab in the middle of my pussy. “In the office, all day today, I fantasized about gently caressing your breasts and feeling your nipples harden beneath my fingertips. The way you moan when I lower my face to your breasts and suck your nipples.” I bit my lips as he continued to set fire to my entire being with his s

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach. The cool wind flowed through my hair as I took a deep breath.

Pushing him back onto the bed, his legs on the floor, I kneel in front of him.

Devarji, a little perplexed at first, but stayed in the zone, and followed me. Trying to catch me before I could get my glass of water.