Bas, Vardaan ji,” I murmured, my voice a low, vibrating hum against the damp skin of his neck as I felt his fingers still rhythmically twitching inside me, the friction creating a messy, squelching sound. “Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai, warna aap itne saare naye tajurbon se darr jayenge.”
I gently caught his wrist and pulled his hand out of my body. A thick, pearly string of my arousal followed his fingers, snapping and landing on his knuckles with a wet plop. Vardaan looked at his hand, then at the glistening slit of my pussy, his chest still heaving from the effort of pleasuring me.
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