The way he had looked at her—like he wanted to devour her—had stirred something primal within her. He’d always had a thing for Marwadi women. Desi porn video Kamali’s flushed face, Vijay’s tousled hair. The memory still made him shiver. But soon, she was lost in the fantasy, imagining his hands on her. “Are you ready for me?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She could feel him tensing beneath her, his breathing ragged, but she didn’t stop. Nishita straddled him, her weight pressing into him as she leaned down to kiss his neck. There was an energy in the room, an unspoken tension that left him on edge.As Nishita busied herself in the kitchen, Kamali led Vijay upstairs to her sister’s guest room.
