Sweet. Waiting pussy.Sarala took a breath.And then, slowly, she bent down and kissed her pussy.Mounika cried out—sharp and startled.Sarala smiled against her pussy.She licked slowly, testing, then deeper. Desi porn video Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, missed nothing, especially injustice. 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. Wet in places, twisted in others.Sarala hesitated.Then, with shaking hands, he began to undo it.Not like Mounika had undone her—this was slower. She didn’t need to speak — she was felt.And then there was Mounika.Where Sarala was dusk, Mounika was flame.She was taller, sharper, with a spine that seemed carved from stubbornness itself.
