It’s My Life – 9
Please read the previous part here ( It’s My Life – 8 ). Now let’s continue This was my third orgasm with him and undoubtedly the best. I was now clinging onto to him like my life depended on it. The intense grinding that just transpired between us was strong enough to dislodge my sari from my petticoat. The pallu of my saree was on the floor with the rest of my saree. Rafiq had made overlapping slits on my petticoat from my upper thighs till all the way down. I only realized now when I felt his bare palms squeezing … Read more