Originally posted by: ...Tiana...
Then he would wrap his hand around her waist, gently moving the fabric covering it. His fingers would dance a tune there and she would melt. She would raise her hand and stroke his cheek with her fingers while her lips would tremble in anticipation. His lips on her hair would slowly moved down and tickle her earlobe. She would let out a sigh of pleasure as they reach the crook of her neck. He would let his tongue assault her sensitive neck as his fingers on her waist continue tracing patterns on her navel teasing her. She would grab his hair in her fist as his hand dares to venture further down and moan in pleasure.
As his fingers touch the pleats of her saree, she would become impatient and pull him down for a lip-biting kiss. His last patience would snap like her hairband, and the saree would come undone with one pull. Pushing her firmly against his chest, he would not allow any distance between their bodies as his hands would roam further south to touch her softness. She would mewl into his mouth, as his fingers explored her wetness ☺️
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