HIS INNOCENT THAKURAIN ❤️🔥✨
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He kissed me and I liked his kiss very much, he was just looking at me, Rudra turned me around and pinned me against the wall, one of his hands was on the wall and the other was on my waist, his tongue was on me I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes. I could see pure desire in his eyes. I could not resist his touch for long and I opened my lips.
Rudra ji was kissing me and now I was also responding to him, there was a magic in his touch which I was not able to resist even if I wanted to, after kissing for a long time we separated. Rudra ji pulled me a little and started kissing my neck, my hands were now moving on his back.
"Ahh..."
A soft moan came out of my mouth, now he was biting me along with kissing me.
I don't know what happened to me but I was not able to control my desire and when Kavya also responded to me, I started losing complete control over myself and now my body also started reacting. I was now kissing and biting Kavya's neck...
"Can I?" I took her permission, "Beg for it." Everything was on a side but respecting me first
"I beg you, Kavya. Can I touch you?" I knelt down in front of her, bent my head, and looked at her feet
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