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

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Scene 21

Saloni took charge of my body completely. I had invited her in, and now she owned the space. My nipples were the hardest they had ever been—throbbing, dark peaks against my pale skin. Her mouth was latched onto the right one, sucking with a pressure that sent jolts straight to my groin.

A sudden wave of panic hit me. This wasn't the garden. This was my bed. My mother was just down the hall. The reality of what we were doing crashed into the fantasy.

I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to push her back.
"Saloni... wait," I gasped. "I'm scared."

She stopped sucking but didn't pull away. She looked up, her lips wet. Her eyes were dark, dilated with a hunger that scared me even more.

"Stop now?" she whispered, her voice husky. "When I am finally so close?"
She shook her head, moving my hands away from her shoulders and pinning them to the mattress.
"You just relax and close your eyes," she commanded softly. "I will do it all."

And she did.
She moved down my body. I realized somewhere in the frenzy, my salwar had been kicked off. I was not only topless but nothing below as well. I was completely bare to her.

The next thing I saw was the top of her head moving between my legs.
She didn't wait. She buried her face in me.
"Oh god!" I cried out.

Her tongue, that incredibly long, agile muscle I had seen in the garden—ignited my passion instantly. It wasn't just touching me; it was lapping at me. She spread me wide with her hands and drove her tongue deep into my folds.
My juices began flowing, soaking her chin, soaking my inner thighs. The sensation was too intense, too focused. I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly, thrashing my head against the pillow.

She found the spot. She curled that long tip around my clitoris and flicked it hard.
The pleasure built like a tidal wave. I lost all sense of where I was. I forgot about the door. I forgot about my mom.
"Saloni!" I screamed, grabbing her hair. "Your tongue... Saloni, it is so big!"
I climaxed violently, my hips bucking off the mattress, grinding my wetness against her face as she drank everything I gave her.

My mom was still standing there. She hadn't moved.
She heard the scream. She heard the words clearly through the wood.

"Your tongue, Saloni, it is so big!"

Sunita’s eyes widened. She touched her own throat involuntarily. She knew exactly what that felt like—to be filled by something that made you lose your mind. But hearing her daughter say it to another girl?

A strange flush crept up her neck. She wasn't disgusted. She was... curious. She stayed for a moment longer, listening to the heavy panting, before finally walking away with a secret smile.

Inside the room, the storm settled. Saloni pulled back, wiping her face. She looked triumphant, like she had just won a prize.
I lay there, limp and exhausted, staring at the ceiling fan.
I was bi-curious. I knew that now. I liked it when Saloni was doing it to me. I liked the softness of her skin, the way she knew exactly where to touch.

But when I looked at her—at her waiting lips, at her expectant eyes—I felt... nothing. No urge to go down on her. No desire to taste her the way she had tasted me.
Saloni saw it in my eyes. She let out a small, dry laugh.

"I know," she said softly, pulling her shirt down. "I won't get anything, will I?"
I looked away, feeling a twinge of guilt but mostly relief.

"I am not sure I can do this to you," I admitted, my voice quiet. "I... I like receiving. But I don't think I can give. Not yet."
I was reluctant. I was taking my time to explore, and for now, I was selfish with my pleasure. Saloni just kissed my forehead, accepting the scraps I offered, knowing that in this room, I was the one learning how to be hungry.