quickie

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

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.

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.

“Devarji…” I looked at him and whispered, drunk on passion. He smiled, nodding a no..

“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, bhabhijiii….!” Devarji hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

an Indian erotic short story...

“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.

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.