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“Should be, how about another inch lower?” She was surprised how coolly she was talking given that her head was swimming, her heart throbbing so wildly in her chest, she felt everybody in the neighborhood could hear it.

His hand curved around the waistband of her low-tied salwar and she could feel his fingers on her soft bare skin, almost touching her panties’ waistband, her heart skipped a beat. His fingers moved a sideways, so lightly caressing her bare skin as he asked “This is where you’ll be tying it?”

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“Y…yes!” This time she was sure he could hear her voice going all husky and needy. She could smell her own arousal and definitely he could too, she thought.

Keeping his fingers on her belly, he moved his lower hand on her ankle, “This length ok?”

“Yes..”, She could hardly trust herself to say other words. Words she was thinking, like “fuck….use……ram me..”

But wait…he was talking to her again.

Story to be continued