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The heavy, masculine scent of his skin acted like an intoxicant, pulling her deeper into a trance of desire. Tara gazed down at his face, her eyes lingering on his thick, traditional moustache; a small, wistful smile touched her lips as she recalled the wedding days when she would playfully tease him about it. Back then, she was just a girl playing a part, but the woman she had become harboured far more dangerous cravings.
She wondered if the coarse moustache hair would tickle her skin, a thought that brought a sense of quiet anticipation. Moving with a newfound confidence, she leaned closer, feeling the warmth of his presence. With a gentle breath, she leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his lips, marking the transition from the memories of her youth to the horny reality of the present.
Tamanna
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As her lips wandered over his face and pressed softly against his mouth, her hand instinctively slid down, disappearing beneath the blanket. Her fingers brushed against his cock and her breath hitched—he was rock-hard, pulsing with a heat that scorched her palm.
Tara pulled back slightly, staring in sheer disbelief at the heavy, rigid shape of his massive cock beneath the covers. She had never imagined something so substantial; the sheer size and thickness were unlike anything she had ever encountered in her life. The realization of his raw, masculine power sent a jolt of electricity through her, leaving her stunned by the reality of the man she was touching.
Tamanna
A sharp realization cut through her haze, sparking a wave of suspicion. She had assumed Kunwar-saab was lost in a deep sleep, but the rigid, throbbing heat in her hand told a different story. He had to be awake, secretly savoring every touch, every breath, and every kiss she had stolen.
"There is only one way to be certain," she murmured, her gaze narrowing as she watched for the slightest flicker of his eyelids. Deciding to test the limits of his composure, she gently started caressing the cock with her thigh over his leg as his cock was throbbing more now. He flickered his eyelid squirming a bit, and in that instant she quickly gripped his cock hard with her fingers and gave it a tight squeeze. The pretense shattered instantly. Kunwar-saab’s eyes flew open, his breath hitching as he met her steady, accusing stare. A deep flush crept up his neck, staining his face a guilty crimson. Caught in his own deception, he looked less like a powerful nobleman and more like a man completely at a loss for words, trapped by the realization that his secret awareness had been discovered.
"Ohh ho Jiju!!! kab tak sone ka jhootha natak karte rahoge hmmm??? ab uth bhi jayiye!!!" as she giggled and brushed her fuller lips against his as he woke up in a jolt red-faced caught like a thief but shocked and horny to his core now.
Tamanna