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Neeru began licking my lips with his tongue. He sucked and licked the lipstick off my lips thoroughly, as if it were a delicacy he had never tasted before. His hot, rough tongue slid repeatedly over my soft, pink lips. With every lick, the moisture from my lips transferred to his mouth, while his thick lips crushed and sucked against mine. He was devouring the nectar of my lips like an animal. Presented by Maitri.
As he pushed his tongue between my lips, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands instinctively rose to wrap around his neck. Neeru’s tongue was now inside my mouth, licking the insides of my lips. I immediately trapped his tongue between mine and began to suck on it. I don't know what came over me, I had succumbed to my own desire. I, too, began licking and cleaning his tongue.
Just like yesterday, his mouth carried the scent and taste of paan and cigarettes, a mix of aroma and grime, but perhaps I had grown accustomed to it, or maybe I was so desperate to take that very filth into myself that I was sucking his tongue like a madwoman. It seemed that this dirty tongue had become something I craved; I was cleaning it thoroughly as I sucked on it.
I placed one hand in his greasy, oil-laden hair and thrust my tongue into his mouth. With my eyes closed, I gripped his hair, pulling his head toward me while swirling my tongue inside his mouth. As I swirled my tongue behind her teeth and along her gums, I found traces of paan (betel leaf); my tongue drew them down and into my own mouth. The paan that had been in Neeru’s mouth was now in mine, yet I kept swirling my tongue inside hers, rubbing it against hers. That scent of paan had transformed into a sweet fragrance for me, at least in that moment.
My hands were in Neeru’s hair, while hers were playing with my boobs. My nipples were clearly visible, erect beneath the thin fabric of my shirt and bra; Neeru took them between her thick fingers and began to squeeze and knead them.
“Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
These were the moans that escaped me when she firmly kneaded my nipple between her thick fingers. It had already hardened, yet she kneaded it vigorously, as if in a rush to soften it. I offered no resistance; I simply reveled in the sensation of having my nipple kneaded like that. Perhaps that was the difference between Saud and Neeru.
While still kissing my lips, Neeru moved her hands from my boobs to my shoulders and began sliding my shirt down. The silky shirt slipped off my soft, smooth shoulders and gathered around my arms. Neeru eased the shirt off my arms until it fell into my lap, leaving my boobs, clad in a black bra, fully exposed.
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Stay tuned friends.
Maitri Patel.
As he pushed his tongue between my lips, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands instinctively rose to wrap around his neck. Neeru’s tongue was now inside my mouth, licking the insides of my lips. I immediately trapped his tongue between mine and began to suck on it. I don't know what came over me, I had succumbed to my own desire. I, too, began licking and cleaning his tongue.
Just like yesterday, his mouth carried the scent and taste of paan and cigarettes, a mix of aroma and grime, but perhaps I had grown accustomed to it, or maybe I was so desperate to take that very filth into myself that I was sucking his tongue like a madwoman. It seemed that this dirty tongue had become something I craved; I was cleaning it thoroughly as I sucked on it.
I placed one hand in his greasy, oil-laden hair and thrust my tongue into his mouth. With my eyes closed, I gripped his hair, pulling his head toward me while swirling my tongue inside his mouth. As I swirled my tongue behind her teeth and along her gums, I found traces of paan (betel leaf); my tongue drew them down and into my own mouth. The paan that had been in Neeru’s mouth was now in mine, yet I kept swirling my tongue inside hers, rubbing it against hers. That scent of paan had transformed into a sweet fragrance for me, at least in that moment.
My hands were in Neeru’s hair, while hers were playing with my boobs. My nipples were clearly visible, erect beneath the thin fabric of my shirt and bra; Neeru took them between her thick fingers and began to squeeze and knead them.
“Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
These were the moans that escaped me when she firmly kneaded my nipple between her thick fingers. It had already hardened, yet she kneaded it vigorously, as if in a rush to soften it. I offered no resistance; I simply reveled in the sensation of having my nipple kneaded like that. Perhaps that was the difference between Saud and Neeru.
While still kissing my lips, Neeru moved her hands from my boobs to my shoulders and began sliding my shirt down. The silky shirt slipped off my soft, smooth shoulders and gathered around my arms. Neeru eased the shirt off my arms until it fell into my lap, leaving my boobs, clad in a black bra, fully exposed.
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Stay tuned friends.
Maitri Patel.
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