Delhi Girl Anjali

He missed this, the taste of her, the rivers and hills of her body underneath his too-anxious palms: the smell of her skin, her neck, her hair. He cou...d hardly keep himself from shaking with anticipation. Every inch of her carried his favourite tastes and scents. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on his neck, the way her chest hitched when he kissed just below her throat. At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to. His fingers gripped the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them down the ivory portals of her shapely legs. His cock jumped in anticipation as her plump pussy came into view. The golden triangle of hair pointed to paradise below. Pink, full and open just enough for her clit to peek out. One of his hands curled around her ass cheek and squeezed it reveling in the firm texture as his other hand parted her pussy lips revealing the dewy inner lips that opened in anticipation. One finger. More

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