Her legs clamped around Sarala’s shoulders, not to push her away but to hold her in, as if afraid the pleasure would vanish if she let go.“Sarala… oh god… don’t stop… don’t you dare…” she sobbed, her fingers buried in Sarala’s hair, tugging, anchoring herself to the only thing real—that mouth between her thighs.And Sarala held her there, through it all, tongue firm and slow, fingers inside her still curling just right, drawing out wave after wave. Lie down. Desi porn Sweet. Glimmering. Not hurried. Mounika drank in the sight, hungry, reverent.She leaned down and kissed Sarala’s collarbone—soft, slow, lips lingering.Then her jaw.Then her throat.Her tongue trailed over Sarala’s pulse, slow enough to feel it flutter.
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