“Ma,” I whispered, my voice still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, “Prijesh is just… admiring your saree up close.”Prijesh chuckled, his cock still standing proud and slick with our juices. “I’m wonderful, Aunty,” he said, his voice thick with a double meaning that only we understood. Indian xxx “Oh, what a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed. “Ma,” he said, his voice still thick with lust, “I love making her feel good.”Ma’s voice was a little faint, but she was still there. “We’re just…exploring the beauty in your saree.”“Ma,” he said, his voice a little husky, “it’s been so good talking to you.”Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Okay, Prijesh,” she said, her words filled with a hint of curiosity. “Okay, Prijesh,” she said, her words filled with a hint of curiosity. “It must make you want to wear something light and comfortable,” he said.Ma, oblivious to the tension in the room, said, “Yes, it does. “Three buttons,” he murmured, his fingers moving to the hooks of my bra.
