Adultery Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)

[The_Ramukaka]

Then she lowered her head and took Ranga into her mouth.

The first contact was slow. She sealed her lips around the broad, warm head and simply held it there, breathing through her nose, letting the heavy musk and the salty taste settle on her tongue. Ranga’s hips shifted once. She pressed her free hand firmly on his thigh, pinning him still.

Monica took him deeper in long, wet millimetres, tongue pressing flat against the thick underside, until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held him there, throat fluttering, spit already gathering and running down the shaft into the dense black bush. Then she pulled back just as slowly, lips dragging tightly, until only the shiny head remained between them.