Sigdha ❤️

I looked up at her, my heart pounding. She was close, her scent enveloping me. I could see the faint lines around her eyes, the soft curve of her lips. She was beautiful. That night, I dreamt of her. Of her hands on me, her lips against mine. I woke up with a start, my body aching with need. I reached down, my hand wrapping around my cock. I imagined it was her hand, her fingers stroking me. I came quickly, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

One day, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. She made a soft sound in her throat, her lips parting under mine. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted like wine and desire, and I wanted more. I kissed her and, my hands roaming over her body. I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch, her body pressing against mine. I slid my hand down her body, cupping her pussy through her saree. She gasped, her hips arching against my hand. I slipped my hand under her saree, my fingers finding her wet folds. She was hot and ready, her juices coating my fingers. I slid two fingers inside her, her inner walls clamping down on me. She moaned, her head falling back. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came. I held her as she rode out her orgasm, her body shaking in my arms.