May I remove Your Panty

Tue, 04 Nov 2025 09:24:11 +0000

Vijay moved with the slow precision of a man performing a sacred rite. His hand traced unseen shapes of her body , drawing an invisible script across her skin. Wherever it touched, warmth followed—steady, pulsing, hypnotic. He continued his ass@ult on her breast by squeezing them as if they were his personal stress balls. As Vijay's hand progressed towards her navel, she clenched her thighs together ,warmth pooling at her moist center. Vijay felt happy seeing her getting lost in his touch ,his manhood rising at the sight.