Ananya(Student) - How I gave my measurements to the tailor(11 videos)-Scene-28-GOLD!*

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Scene 19

It started. Saloni leaned in so close, her lips brushed my earlobe.
"I know what you need," she whispered, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. "And I wanna do it."
I pulled back slightly, looking at her eyes. They were dark, dilated, full of a mischievous intent I hadn't seen before.
"I don't know what you mean," I said softly, with my innocence.

Saloni smirked. "It means I am making you happy," she said. She squeezed my knee. "You are thinking too much, Anu. We are grown-ups. We can take care of each other. We don't need these boys."

She glanced at the boy with the silver ring, rolling her eyes. Then she grabbed my hand.

We walked slowly, pretending to take a stroll, but our destination was specific. We slipped behind the massive trunk of the Banyan tree. The grass here was tall, thick, and cool.

I lay down on the lush grass, staring up at the canopy of leaves blocking the harsh sun. It felt private. Hidden.
Saloni sat near my feet. She didn't look at me; she looked at my ankles. She started rubbing my feet, her thumbs digging into my arches.

"Feel the grass," she said dreamily. "It grounds you."
It felt good. Safe. But Saloni wasn't interested in safety. Her hands moved up. They glided over my shins, over my knees.
Then, they went where they weren't meant to go.

Her hand slid up my inner thigh, resting right between my legs over the fabric of my salwar.
I gasped and sat up slightly. We gave each other a big stare. Then, the tension broke, and we both laughed—a nervous, electric sound.



"Seriously?" I whispered. "This is how you make me happy?"
Saloni bit her lip, her eyes dropping to my crotch. "You haven't seen anything yet."

She reached for my waist. I was wearing a comfortable cotton salwar with a drawstring.
She found the knot. She pulled the string. Swish. My pajama loosened instantly.
"Saloni..." I breathed, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

She didn't stop. She brought her hand to her mouth. She licked her index and middle fingers, coating them in saliva. She looked me right in the eye as she did it—a dirty, intimate gesture.
"We are sisters," she said, her voice husky. "This is for the sisterhood."
She slid her wet hand inside the waistband of my loose pants. She bypassed my panties, sliding her fingers right under the elastic.

Her cool, wet fingers touched my hot skin. I arched my back into the grass.
"Oh god," I moaned softly.
She found my clit instantly. She didn't hesitate. She rubbed the wet spit over me, circling the sensitive nub.
"See?" she whispered, leaning over me so her hair curtained our faces. "Boys don't know where this is. But I do."

She slipped one finger inside me. It felt tight, then good. She curled her finger, hitting a spot that made my toes curl in the grass. I grabbed her other hand, squeezing it hard as she pumped her finger in and out of me, right there in the college garden, hidden by the tree and the secrets we were suddenly sharing.

"That's it, Anu," she purred. "Let it go. Your secret is safe with me."

"Oh yea," I moaned, my head rolling back against the earth.

Saloni heard the change in my breathing. She picked up the pace. Her wet finger moved faster inside me, hitting that sweet spot over and over. She was determined to release my stress, to scrub the image of my parents out of my mind with pure pleasure.

I didn't try to close my legs. I did the opposite. I spread my legs wide, digging my heels into the soft soil, offering everything to her.

Suddenly, she stopped. She pulled her finger out with a wet pop.
She leaned over me, her hair brushing my stomach. Her eyes were dark and hungry.
"I want to go down on you," she whispered, staring at my wetness.
I looked at her. Yesterday, I would have been scandalized. Today? After seeing my mother begging for it, after seeing my father on his knees? I wasn't shy. I was desperate.
I nodded. "Do it."

Saloni smiled. She opened her mouth wide.
She stuck her tongue out. It was shockingly long. She curled the tip upward, making it rigid. It looked strong, muscular.

"Watch," she teased.

She lowered her head. She didn't lick the surface. She aimed that curled, rigid tip right at my entrance.

She used it like a penis.
She pushed her tongue inside of me.

I gasped, my back arching off the grass. It was a new feeling—slippery, warm, and incredibly agile. It wasn't hard like a finger or a phallus; it was alive. It pulsed inside me, exploring ridges I didn't know I had.
"Mmmph," Saloni hummed against me, the vibration traveling straight to my core.

She pumped her tongue in and out, fucking me with her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. I reached out blindly. My hands found the thick grass on either side of me. I pulled the grass from the roots, ripping it out in clumps as the pleasure built.

"Harder, Saloni!" I whispered-screamed. "Don't stop!"
She swirled the tip deep inside, then flicked my clit with the flat of her tongue.
The climax hit me like a lightning strike. My vision went white. I clamped my thighs around her head, trapping her there. I shuddered violently, pouring my release into her mouth, crying out into the silence of the garden.

Saloni stayed there until I stopped shaking. Then she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked triumphant.

"See?" she grinned, helping me pull my salwar up. "Sisters take care of sisters."
I lay there, breathing hard, looking at the leaves above. I realized then that the world was full of secret gardens, and I was finally learning how to walk in them.