He took my nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.“Mm,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection and sensuality. Indian xxx My husband, Prijesh, was oblivious, his mind likely preoccupied with work.Prijesh, tired from the day’s work, kissed me goodnight and disappeared into our bedroom. Anish’s fingers played with the tight ring of my asshole, sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through me.“You like that, sis?” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “It’s wrong.”“You feel so right, sis,” he murmured, his hand caressing my back. “He’s a heavy sleeper, remember?” His fingers danced over the lace of my panties, the anticipation driving me wild. “They smell like heaven.”“Keeping a souvenir,” Anish replied, his grin unabashedly wicked. He took my nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.“Mm,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection and sensuality.
