20-09-2025, 10:41 AM
Ishaan: "Stop. Pull her top up a bit. I wanna see your mom's camel toe."
Abhi's hand shook violently as he hesitated, then carefully pinched the hem of the chudidhar top with his free hand, lifting it just enough to expose more of her midriff and the tight leggings below.
The fabric of the leggings stretched over her lower body, revealing the clear outline of her panties beneath and the faint shape of her camel toe.
Abhi's face burned, sweat dripping down his temples as he angled the camera for Ishaan to see, his own eyes unable to look away.
Ishaan: "You're sweating buckets, huh? Can't blame you kid, go on."
Abhi swallowed hard, he resumed moving his hand downward, toward her pussy.
Ishaan: "Stop. Imagine your fingers on her pussy lips. Bet that slut'll get wet as her son brushing 'em." Abhi's entire body tensed, his hand hovering just above her.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Ishaan's words sent another wave of heat through him, his mind spinning with thoughts he didn't want to acknowledge.
He bit his lip hard, forcing his hand to stay steady, not daring to touch her even as his fingers twitched with the temptation. Sweat poured down his face now, his shirt clinging to his back.
Ishaan: "Keep going."
Abhi's hand moved further down, past her thighs, along her legs, until it reached her toes. Then Ishaan spoke again.
Ishaan: "Good. Now tickle her slightly on her armpits."
Abhi gulped, his fingers hovering over her exposed underarm. He barely touched her, just a feather-light graze, but it was enough.
Madhuri let out a soft moan, the sound sending a jolt through Abhi's body. She shifted, turning onto her side, her breathing evening out as she settled back into sleep.