MORAN SMUTS | 18+ |

💏Professional Romance - 14💏

After what seemed like an eternity to both, Monami looked up in his eyes and smiled lovingly, with immense content.

She perched upwards and softly placed her lips on his.

Karan, in turn, kissed them, just lightly. She looked back at him.

Her eyes inviting him and he did no mistake in reading them.

They kissed. Or perhaps massaged each other's lips.

Karan lifted his hand from his lap and placed it on Monami's breast but didn't do anything apart from gently feeling the boobs.

He went on unbuttoning her shirt. He undid two of them and looked down.

Monami : mhmm..

Her boobs heaved heavily and were straining against the 'V' of her shirt.

Her cleavage looked so erotic to him. He cupped her boobs from bottom and lifted them upwards forming a much generous cleavage, the sight of which drove him crazy.

He immediately pulled himself.

Monami : what happened?

He smiled naughtily.

And buried his face between her boobs. The feeling was ecstatic.

The way her skin felt against his lips and cheeks,

Karan wouldn't regret even if he died next moment.

Monami shut her eyes tight and pushed his head within, tighter. Karan had been kissing, no, licking, no, no, lapping on the naked flesh of her boobs.

Sooner, the shirt was off her front side. Every wobble of her now bra-encased boobs intensified the beast within him.

Monami was so high that she couldn't talk, not even a moan escaped her lips.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she only ran her hands wildly across his back and shoulders or occasionally caressed his face while she had him face first in her bra.

It was so enlivening for her that she was elated. She was brought back to reality when all of a sudden Karan jumped to his feet.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and saw him unbuttoning his shirt.

The more of his naked torso revealed, automatically her hands raised to hold him by his waist.

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